Aye Mami, I'm with Destroy Lonely in this bitch Fumando, gozando y te invito a nuestra casa Traphouse mansion I'm on the percocet I'm on the san tan through the roof (Go crazy, Cam) You gotta have a move Don't be lazy, make a move 'Bout the guap lookin for the loot On the top tryna touch the moon Fuck these thots, put 'em out the loop Off of all Xans for the troops I'm off the the san tan through the roof I pop a Percocet, I'm getting groovy I'ma walk through the dark tryna get to you I need you baby, yeah, I'm loving you Wockiesha, yeah she mixing up my juice I'm not dreaming, bitch yeah I'm living proof I'm off molly the same color Yeezy boots We gettin' through the mall, bitch, we getting fruit Every season I ball like I fuckin hoop And my money different colors what about you? This life that I live something like a movie I'm rocking V, bitch, this not a move They telling fibs that is not the truth I stay with the shooter, yeah, I'm moving truth It smell like Gelato in this fucking coupe We in the room, nigga, who is you? Know another hoe always the moon And you know that we smoke, hoe, we goonin' Exotic room fillin' up the room Oh that's your hoe? I might send her to my home I nut on that bitch, be fuckin' with loosies I done call a new bitch, and brought her back home, she suckin' my dick while we listen to Usher Ask how I live like this, well, I get the guap and I fucking abuse it And my brothers hit licks with no manners I used to be broke with no case I can't count, sometimes I be downbad But I get it right back, so it don't last Since a young nigga, I been a grown man I ain't giving you shit so don't ask I might just [?] just like Tarzan I might walk witht he bank [?] You gotta have a move Don't be lazy, make a move 'Bout the guap lookin for the loot On the top tryna touch the moon Fuck these thots, put 'em out the loop Off of all Xans for the troops I'm off the the san tan through the roof I pop a Percocet, I'm getting groovy I'ma walk through the dark tryna get to you I need you baby, yeah, I'm loving you Wockiesha, yeah she mixing up my juice I'm not dreaming, bitch yeah I'm living proof I'm off molly the same color Yeezy boots We gettin' through the mall, bitch, we getting fruit Every season I ball like I fuckin hoop And my money different colors what about you?