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