AyyYeah, yeahGive me the circle yellow junt, the Chinese, Jackie ChanShe wanna speed upGet her the orange and white juntsPop a addy, that's a rush hour (rush hour)Chinese girl named Su Yung (Su Yung)I just gave her a nut shower (where at?)Turn the Yukon to a futon (ugh)In the trenches 'fore the show start (where?)Face card good, no coupon (trenches)These niggas feminine, crying and bleedingI need to start selling tampons (pussy)Shows after shows, money I grossCan't help but ball, I was just brokeAin't watch no cable, I was outdoorsChains Lucky Charms, big pot of goldShe catch an attitude 'cause I ain't fucking herShe knew I'm in her city, but I'm ducking herI had to bust a move in a scufflerI keep a tool, never been a scufflerI make these rap dudes get they hustle up (hustle up)This a one of one, this a thumbs upI left some dope money in a Sun TrustKush musty, arms upI got on water, I'm a lil' wavyDrippin' like gravy, you so fugaziSmoking Gelato, hitting like ABSomebody taze me, feeling lil' lazyShe keep a nigga on standby (waiting)But she treat me like priority (urgent)She just pulled up with a gang full of hoes, it's looking like a sorrority (squad)Whenever I don't get the jet, I'm Delta, sky priorityI throw me a set, got the mansion looking just like a orgy (niggas and bitches)We taking phones, just in case these hoes try to record me (hol' up, you tweaking)How you gon' start something? When you see me, you gon' try to avoid me (you must was geeking)I just might take a Perc' and then go turboTurn into Boston George by my pesoI'm really in the field like a scarecrowPut up the old 100's, them the retrosWorking these pounds, I got me some absI feel like I'm Dexter, stay in the labShe cut you off, so she up for grabsI gave her a tab and fucked to my rapsHitters on go, wanna make you a ghostMight get mad at me if I tell 'em noShop at Melrose, I'm on the West CoastBitch say I look better when she got up closeAll type of shit come with this life, you don't the half (you don't the half)I'ma keep fucking this money machine, let's do the math (I'ma stay focused, though)Why would I keep it 100 with niggas, I only get half (I only get 50)I'm so equipped, Cartier's onCleared my path (I can see a lil' better)I get legit cash at a fast route (but I just made a serve using Cash App)I just might sip syrup, then lash out (you know the whip mine 'cause the tags out. hey!)Rocking side to side on a Xan now (damn, let's see how it pan out)[?], money in a stash house (woah, they can't see the man now, nope)