Hold up, wait a second, let me take it back
Ballin' on a Friday, me and Scotty smokin' gas
He fuckin' up this beat, while I'm fuckin' up a pack
Got me on 120, shall I not or shall I crash
Spread the fuckin' money, throw that shit all on the dash
I swear we had a pound, must've smoked it in a flash
I swear this mud was brown, but my lungs are made of ash
Got her jumpin' up and down, yo bitch don't know how to act

Rose-colored tint, my fuckin' aura
Gold-covered kisses, only got 'em for ya
Keep her on fatigue, but she ain't no soldia
You could ask me anything, I'ma do it for ya
I ain't got it all, but I just adore ya
Know when I'm with you, I can't get enough of
The drugs and the love you just fill me up on
And the pain you keep away, just like writin' these songs

Hold up, wait a second, let me take it back
Ballin' on a Friday, me and Scotty smokin' gas
He fuckin' up this beat, while I'm fuckin' up a pack
Got me on 120, shall I not or shall I crash

Hold up, wait a second, let me take it back
Ballin' on a Friday, me and Scotty smokin' gas
He fuckin' up this beat, while I'm fuckin' up a pack
Got me on 120, shall I not or shall I