Yeah, I'm tryna turn this into somethin', turn this into somethin' Yeah, I'm tryna turn this into somethin', turn this into somethin' And we ain't tripping on the summer 'cause the stars out Chrome wheels, candy paint, bring the broads out Yeah, I'm tryna turn this into somethin', turn this into somethin' Yeah, I'm tryna turn this into somethin', turn this into somethin' And we ain't tripping on the summer 'cause the stars out Chrome wheels, candy paint, bring the broads out Yeah, I'm tryna turn this into somethin' See Young Krizzle, what you know about me? Money come and it go but it's all I see Land in the cut with a bitch that suck So much she need pads on her knees Cadillac, rims on wild with the boat to match Tell a motherfucker what you know 'bout that Old school whip with the grain and dash, popping tags Back again, one more time Got to have it down the stairs But she hike it up, I get the pussy like she throwing passes Jerry Rice on that hoe Turn it down and spike it up though Beat the monkey up till it's sore Soon as I hit the do' she got low 'Cause she know Yeah, I'm tryna turn this into somethin', turn this into somethin' Yeah, I'm tryna turn this into somethin', turn this into somethin' And we ain't tripping on the summer 'cause the stars out Chrome wheels, candy paint, bring the broads out Yeah, I'm tryna turn this into somethin', turn this into somethin' Yeah, I'm tryna turn this into somethin', turn this into somethin' And we ain't tripping on the summer 'cause the stars out Chrome wheels, candy paint, bring the broads out Yeah, I'm tryna turn this into somethin' I'm forever balling, nigga, all about my pockets I got too much money in my hands, I need a lot of wallets My conversation money and I'm never talkin' cheap What you made in a year, I blew in a week Louie V on my clothes, Bugatti for my folks Fast life, codeine fiend, everything slow If I was you, nigga I'd prob'bly hate me too I'm shopping for a new crib while you making due Racking up these paper cuts from stacking all this paper up Money don't bend, ends won't end, Juicy J don't give a fuck I stay high as hell, homie it's the only way Rolls Royce all white, call that bitch Labor Day Yeah, I'm tryna turn this into somethin', turn this into somethin' Yeah, I'm tryna turn this into somethin', turn this into somethin' And we ain't tripping on the summer 'cause the stars out Chrome wheels, candy paint, bring the broads out Yeah, I'm tryna turn this into somethin', turn this into somethin' Yeah, I'm tryna turn this into somethin', turn this into somethin' And we ain't tripping on the summer 'cause the stars out (Flocka) Chrome wheels, candy paint, bring the broads out Yeah, I'm tryna turn this into somethin' (Uh) Big ass rims, bad ass bitches Baby pour some liquor, dawg roll up a Swisher I think she feeling me, mayne, hypnotized by my pimping When I talk bitches listen, d-d-diamonds be glistenin' So many colors in my chain, man it looks like a prism Bring a freak out any girl, turn a nun to a Christian I spit this izm, now she tricking On the strip, getting money Yeah, I'm tryna turn this into somethin', turn this into somethin' Yeah, I'm tryna turn this into somethin', turn this into somethin' And we ain't tripping on the summer 'cause the stars out Chrome wheels, candy paint, bring the broads out Yeah, I'm tryna turn this into somethin', turn this into somethin' Yeah, I'm tryna turn this into somethin', turn this into somethin' And we ain't tripping on the summer 'cause the stars out Chrome wheels, candy paint, bring the broads out Yeah, I'm tryna turn this into somethin'