(Haha, what the f-?)
(Haha, what the f-?)
(Haha, what the f-?)
(We just blew through all that gas, yeah)
(I can't believe we just-)
Huh (yeah)

I can't believe we just blew through all that gas still
High as can be, tryn' remember how my past felt
Tired of askin' God why every day feel like the last one
I swear that I'd be fine, if she would finally throw that ass on me
Swear, baby, I swear we'll be just fine, but goddamn
You really know how to kill my vibe, I'm not playin'
Gotta be careful who you laughin' with, shit sad
But you'll get handled if you don't handle shit

Five-hunnid dollar blunt, I'm not passin' it
If it did not come from us, shit not accurate, damn
It's 4 o'clock A.M., why we chattin' still? Damn
Ho slid through to eat, then dipped, Guy Fieri shit
Huh, I'm in Paris, you in Paris, let's do Paris shit
Huh, hey, fuck up out yo' bed on that sad shit
Huh, hey, strand after strand, ransack my thought
Hell nah, fuck goin' band for band, y'all don't have enough

I can't believe we just blew through all that gas still
High as can be, tryn' remember how my past felt
Tired of askin' God why every day feel like the last one
I swear that I'd be fine, if she would finally throw that ass on me
Swear, baby, I swear we'll be just fine, but goddamn
You really know how to kill my vibe, I'm not playin'
Gotta be careful who you laughin' with, shit sad
But you'll get handled if you don't handle shit

Smokin' gas and leanin'
Heard a nigga hatin', tell 'em, "Suck my penis"
She got good brain, she a muh'fuckin' genius
And I got racks like Serena and Venus
I get money, nigga, schemin'
Up Ben Franklin, he got the bitches screamin'
Mama said, "Stop," but her baby still leanin'
Pull up in a V12, they ain't never seen it
Let's go do some money shit
I'ma keep it a hunnid and these niggas on some funny shit
I'ma keep it a hunnid if these niggas on some funny shit
Let's go do some money shit, let's go do some money shit
I done got used to this shit
Baby, yeah, my boo
Only if I knew what I do, what I do
If you think I need you, girl, you wrong as two left shoe
Only if you do what you needed to do (l-let's go do some money shit)

I can't believe we just blew through all that gas still
High as can be, tryn' remember how my past felt
Tired of askin' God why every day feel like the last one
I swear that I'd be fine, if she would finally throw that ass on me
Swear, baby, I swear we'll be just fine, but goddamn
You really know how to kill my vibe, I'm not playin'
Gotta be careful who you laughin' with, shit sad
But you'll get handled if you don't handle shit