Hula from the ceiling

She on the ring without the wedding

She got the wrap with the head thing

She got the strap on her dress thing

They say they all ride or dies

Tell me whens the last time you ride ?

Kamikaze suicide

They say that they never lie

They say they won't testify even if it means life

All these possessions though I can forget thеm

All the kicks and all the whips

All the monеy we split from alll the flips

All the hits and all the trips

My priceless chandelier hanging from the ceiling

Blinging gleaming

I swear I see things its like a dream thing

Blinging gleaming

Be alone dont nobody wanna be alone

All the time boi im out of my mind

If all the stars were g packs

And the moon was a 3 pack

And mars was a ki pack

I would rob the dope man if you need that

And put the stars on the ceiling of the double R

And my heads in the clouds you push against the stars

And we change the tide and we dont steer the boat

And the captain drive and we ain't goin home

CHORUS