Soft white powder, clam chowder with your bitch Snorting up that line, she trying to ease up her mind Two door on that black coupe, no gold, black jewels Fuck you and yo attitude, I do what I got to Man the pot ain't free stupid Knots in my jeans, caviar and ice cream It seems that I like these nice things So I'm out here for that green Peaking through the sunroof, mesmerized on the clouds I wish to be on that level, so I picked up that loud Let yo chick roll the blunt She made me proud, applause I'm trying to get up in them draws Better yet, I'm trying to get up in them jaws So stop popping your jaws, and park the car Cartier with the dollar bill Rain, club (Yeah, yeah) Trying to get all the bitches All the bitches, all the bitches Check my steeze bitch please I got cheese My whole team ill Real Dope, we blow by Os Real cutthroat Fuck a ho, we 'bout that dough Skate racks, break club flow go on her jean jack' You and your crew wack Air pack, you want that Cash first, that's so I got that gold on deck Nice coupe, bad chick in the front ho, then the pooch White man wealth, I'm sitting tall like I hoop Mad cheese, mad steeze, dopeness in my tissue Money ain't the issue I thought you niggas been knew That I was under the influence Nigga, I am true to this You lame niggas got me all bent Y'all new to this Talk about this money we involved in Blow that J then we vent, nigga