Текст песни
I just been going so crazy
I went to Barneys from Macy’s
Why is ya living so basic
This is amazing
Why you so late on your payments
I see you ni**a no lasik
I am too wavy
I’m on the coast with my lady
This is the west, the pacific
To be specific
Your income lookin horrific
Get the fuck up and go get it
I get the bag on the regular
Bitch I’m connected, no cellular
Blast energy like I’m nebula
This lifestyle to me is so regular
But this aint no regular degular
You come around me it’s a miracle
Forgiatos just spinnin like ferris wheels
Ferragamo on me this shit very real
Lil cubana ma, welcome to Merica
Smoke cubanos on yachts is my character
Eating steak with a side of asparagus
With Angelica, Erika, Jessica
I told you my life isn’t regular
I’m sippin on wine in Temecula
Bitch I’m super fly like a pelican
Ooo Im livin life, this a hell of a
Now they want a feature from I
But now this shit come with a price
Ooo I am too live, tired of hearing your lies
You wired up, geeked out your mind
I am just one of a kind
I put my seat in recline, yea yea
I do this shit all the time,
This shit what come with the grind, yea yea
Young ni**a I was born for this
A lot of ya wasn’t meant for this, please stop it
This a hip hopocalypse, na Pac aint die for this
Get poppin
Ya suck Blueface’s d***, but Russ ya talkin shit
Ya knockin, on a real ni**a hustlin
You aint shit but a mockin bitch, ya triflin
Risk it all for my family
Trynna plant me some money trees
I want all the leaves, gimme all the green
They want stocks in me, damn they stalkin me
I’m too poppin B, what the fuckery
My sound too lit now you stuck with me
Seen the prezi two tone, now she suckin me
Ni**a I’m too on why they all on me
Thats why they all on me, ooo woah
I did this shit with no label
I am my own legs to my table
My sauce is too thick, call it maple
I got knowledge and power thats lethal
Your income is very illegal
You a pigeon bitch, I am an eagle
Ni**a you and I, we are not equal
What you doing now I did three years ago
Ya just been living my sequel
Me, myself, and I, we the Beatles
My forty go POP, like the weasel
Bitch I just been gassin, no diesel
I’m at the iPic, you at Regal
I’m pokin your crushes, no needles
I’m burnin up, not the cathedral
I flood out my chains like Katrina
Twin bitches, no Venus, Serena
Latinas, Maria Maria
They don’t want no smoke, not no shisha
They like to play follow the leader
I spazz on a beat like a seizure
Shit slap bitch I bust through ya speakers
Hotter than a pan, not no Peter
But the ice round my neck like a freezer
