If you're lookin' for a party song here bitch party on Chillin' in my civic no top like Mardi Gras Give me a second bout to get my Jeff Hardy on On the top grove get my swan tom bombin' on I skip the beef like Ramadan while everybody else pullin' triggers like firelarms Money diamonds cars Ounce in the jar flow flow like a leotard You look at me and you see a star Young nebula spittin' bars on mars I rippin' bar for bar my shit is so underpar My shit is so fuckin' sick My shit is so fuckin' hard My raps so fuckin' sesh and my girl the same All we do is do drugs all night all day In the shade blowin' haze it's the motherfuckin' team Couple weird white kids with some weird ass dreams Get rich, ships, and all that I'm callin' to the universe I hope that bitch call back Hit the blunt once and I feel like I'm fallin' Dollar sign eyes too cash always sparkin' Too cash always sparkin Dollar sign eyes too cash always sparkin' I'm always too cashed Every time you see me I'm always too cashed