[Tsu Surf]

'Em dollar signs, why I get this shit straight

I was raised by guns and 'Kiss mixtapes

Trap or die, goddamn, that's a sick fate

Learn from the best so I stretch when I flip weight

See, you could lose a lot chasing bitches

But you never lose bitches with your eyes on the riches

Paper cuts on my fingers, razor cuts on the dishes

Red bag, blue stamps, so the dope say Clippers

And don't plan on eating if you not with us

I send shooters for the green; I'm so Doc Rivers

Niggas mad, cops hate, they cannot get us

Bricks by the burr, I can make the hole block shiver

Every night re-up, days all flip

Dead presidents; I'm trappin' on the graveyard shift

I can see, smell, taste me a dollar sign

He outta line, that whole block getting Columbine'd

No offence, you not eating if you not with mine

They say I run this whole strip; I'm the power line

Toast to the niggas that's a fiend for the guap

And send a shot to every cop that's tryin' to jenga the block

Niggas die for this life, shit, believe it or not

The OG's planted seeds, meet the cream of the crop

See, niggas rob, niggas steal, niggas snitch for it

Some pray, some dream, some wish for it

Kids turn men, men turn bitch for it

Bush went to war, Alpo killed Rich for it

I'm looking at this world we call life

Tryin' to turn something pretty into a girl I call wife

But I might just go and find something for the night

Got a couple days left, so I guess it's only right

All the hating ass thoughts, you can keep those

Whole team turnt, shit, we surfin' till the beach closed

Momma say I'm changing, I think she right

I text shorty "Let's fuck", I think she might

I'm learning how to live in the game

And I swear I'm going crazy, but the ends keep me sane

Please don't judge me by the flag, or the swag

Or the tats, or the team, or the hood, or the habits

Or these slick ways, and this probably concealed ratchet

‘Cause I'm cool, but never ever hesitate to clap it

They say "Wife her!", I say, "What's the point when

Y'all friends and you seen as many tats as her boyfriend?"

I don't love her, I don't love her on my mother

And her name ain't pants, so why should I cuff her?

Difference between us, well, a lot of shit

Grind hard, paper stack; this is what I gotta get

Coke, weed, CD's – I'm making all kind of flips

Black and silver Spur speedin', bitches screamin', "Popovich!"

I guess I'm Tony Parker in that damn thing

Three, threes, straight, crowd jump and then the band scream

Spent 40, so 60 what I'm looking at

Jersey Shore white girl; I'm giving out Snooki packs

Hit the mall, blow bands till the guap gone

Been making movies, this just butter on the popcorn

Beach swag, but I move a little goonish

Ain't the cutest nigga she seen, but damn sure the coolest

Surf's up, anything else foolish

Actually this turquoise look a little blue-ish

Dolphin got me flippin' through the city

Cîroc boy for real, man, somebody call Diddy

Do you dig me? She got a nice ass and some titties

Go to school upstate, but got a condo in the city

From the hood, but my bitches on the upscale

Grown shit, got her pinned up without the thumbnail

So what you doing with your life watching me?

You know what niggas doing with your wife?

Time is money, that means it's time to go though

Catch another plane flight, add another show though

Triple stacks, got this life looking so slow-mo

Surf's up, don't forget the hoe though