[Intro]

Incoming!

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

[Verse 1]

Other people's money

Other nigga's bitches

New kicks, new threads

Hitting other nigga's switches

Too fresh- I'm bad

David Byrne got these pussies talking hand

Instead we talkin' bread now

I remember everything;

Homies hating, talkin' down

Bitches disrespecting me

Giving me the run-around

Money turn your mother 'round

Women throw that ass around

That make me turn my head around

I try to wrap your head around

Hangin' out the Moon Roof

One chick, three scoops

Presidential panty

They's fuckin' on my stylist (Uh)

Yo, how you say you fresh as fuck?

Yo, hey you ain't never fresh enough

And I suggest you buckle up

Ass so good, you buckle up

Your wife heard you fucking up

And you can tell that something is up

Nah, no, I could never buy it

My whole clique hit like David and Goliath

[Ray Wright]

Yo, Police defiance

Smoking and I'm flying

Two twomps- thumping- hit like punches in a riot

And I'm riding with the homies 'cuz it's death around the corner

Ain't nothing funny get your money sunny southern California

It got everything you need

And everything want

Then she show her true colors and it's everything you don't

I got the Henny and the weed

So a nigga take notes

It's just the player of the year

And I ain't have to rig a vote (look)

[Chorus]

I mob with the squad

Dawg with the squad daily

Don't never ever ever ever ever try and play me

Game too cold

We so wavy

If homie talking bold

It's all gravy

I mob with the squad

Dawg with the squad daily

Don't never ever ever ever ever try and play me

Game too cold

We so wavy

If homie talking bold

It's all gravy

[Verse 2]

What I do ain't made for tv

Winning like I'm tiger cheating

Kind of like a laker 3-peat

Busting booty, grabbin cheechy

Im a Mac I'm bout my cheese

I'm reeling bitches, stay in season

You can sail the 7 seas

And never find no one to defeat him

Coming from the land where the doc and Mac, Dre

California kid

Put a bitch on back page

Pull a broad off a quad and axe spray

Pull up at her house, tell her man to valet

Smacking dat booty, like I'm [?]

Rubbing that booty like there's a genie

Smoking my forest, gotcha saying Jennay

Pupil my eyes bout da size of pennies

Lobster Alfredo, on top of penne

Hit a Home run, every inning

Don't want it? Don't begin it

Looking at life like what's a limit?

Walk in my shoes wouldn't last a minute

Acid to me is like Popeye's spinach

Pass it to me mind [?] spinning

Been this way since a kid; ain't kidding

Serving this game, girls smitten

Representing well my town, my city

Any kind of trouble I'ma go dive in it

For a piece of that pie

Took game, Made business

Made business

Hit da liquor store

XO my livers

A little Molly Moll wit a merlot kicker

Just the way it go with the one way sipper

[Chorus]

I mob with the squad

Dawg with the squad daily

Don't never ever ever ever ever try and play me

Game too cold

We so wavy

If homie talking bold

It's all gravy

I mob with the squad

Dawg with the squad daily

Don't never ever ever ever ever try and play me

Game too cold

We so wavy

If homie talking bold

It's all gravy