She be asking ′bout that girl man that s**t is whack
She just want me to come over and blow out her back
You be counting six dollars and I'm counting racks
I be out in yodie land I ain′t going back
Angels kiss on my fit I spilt lean on my kicks
Get the cash then I dip yeah they mad that I'm lit
I'm so high off this s**t I′m like "Damn, I exist"
Lil′ b***h she wanna sit right on top of my d**k
Fulcrum come in that's gang I look down that′s Golf Wang
In my cup I got drank yeah I'm smoking some stank
Spent your rent on my tee I ain′t breaking the bank
Breaking the bank
Bitch I'm out in yodie land new gas pack
Rolling contraband b***h I think I need a gas mask
Smoking different strains and my cousin smoking that crack
Count up 20 bands Mickey D′s I keep a big mac
She be asking 'bout that girl man that s**t is whack
She just want me to come over and blow out her back
You be counting six dollars and I'm counting racks
I bе out in yodie land I ain′t going back
I be out in yodie land I ain′t going back
I bе rolling pack different strains yeah I'm really clapped
Shawty throw it back I′m getting racks
And I tripled that, and I doubled that
I just keep on going hard and it make you mad
I be blowing pack I cannot blow a black
Your b***h f****d the world how you not knowing that, s**t is sad
I just ran the racks up overnight now that's like 20 bands
I just blow the za I gotta sit, no I cannot stand, nah
She be asking ′bout that girl man that s**t is whack
She just want me to come over and blow out her back
You be counting six dollars and I'm counting racks
I be out in yodie land I ain′t going back
