I Hope yall enjoy yall stay here
Ridin' like I got a couple dollas in the grip
With my bahama mama (hey)
Peep game in the turnin' lane
Its all good if you bring yo' friends
9 times out of 10 we rollin' up smokin' the wind and toastin' up cups
And hope for the win when the game's over and the fame's over
HST Range Rovers
girl Colgate brush yo' teeth for you never should've came over
Well that bad business
She tried kissin' on a nigga so I had to duck
I dashed on her I mashed on her
My drink fell down and splashed on her
Now fast forward I'm way liver
These niggas is ugly game spiders
comin' from the 708 where I bring you that flavor
An' all that shit you sayin' we done heard before
You can't lie about who winnin' cause we know the score
She sippin' on M-O-S-C-A-T-O
She probably can't wait to go
Now I'm thinkin' bout the ratio
But she gettin' impatient though
Ridin' like I got a couple dollas in the grip
With my bahama mama bout to take her on a trip
You can have the window
I can give you info
This what life was meant for
I see clearer now since you been in my eyesight
An' I just wanna take you with me but most guys might
Just do the same blow the smoke when she want it
An' she comin' from outta town in the mornin' red eye flights
Damn she was on it yall
My phone got unlimited minutes but you my only call
Call me when you lonely I can cook you somethin' special if you hungry
And plus you know alot of girls want me
But you confident that you the one with vowels and consonants
You the whole alphabet
Every single country and continent that I've been to I ain't seen nothin' quite like you
You make a live nigga wanna write a haiku
You a good look, good cook wonderin' if yo' mama taught you that
Then we fine and I'll be done to bring you back from this vacation man, I took you on
Usually I'm right I could be wrong bout' you and me
Ridin' like I got a couple dollas in the grip
With my bahama mama bout to take her on a trip
You can have the window
This what life was meant for