作词 : Keith Cozart

作曲 : Keith Cozart

I pull up, baby, and it's magic

I hop up out the car, *****s talk, "What's crackin'?"

I pull up with the things, you know it's tragic

This ***** all up on my thing, you know it's the fabric

I pulled up blingin', you know it's the jewels

Horse shoes on my pockets, you know them the Trues

Only money call my phone, these ******* send me nudes

All this ice on my body and she give me flu

All this ice on my body, all this ice on my body

All this money in my pocket make hoes do the nasty nasty

She got right to the topping, I'ma put her out probably

I was screamin' "Cowabunga" 'cause her head so ****in' gnarly

Then I got right to the paper, right to the paper

I'm a paper chaser, gotta run, I'll see you later

I'm a Rastifari, I don't need a taper

I don't crap out, *****, I don't need a faker

I pull up, baby, and it's magic

I hop up out the car, *****s talk, "What's crackin'?"

I pull up with the things, you know it's tragic

This ***** all up on my thing, you know it's the fabric

I pulled up blingin', you know it's the jewels

Horse shoes on my pockets, you know them the Trues

Only money call my phone, these ******* send me nudes

All this ice on my body and she give me flu

I got *****s that gon' shoot for me, ******* that gon' go for me

******* gon' locally, ******* gon' globally

******* think they Aiko, gotta suck my groceries

******* think I'm Geico, do I look like a chameleon?

Can't wait to be a billionaire, wanna be a trillionaire

I ain't no ****in' wannabe, I wanna be my damn self

I'm gonna be a trillionaire, I'm gonna be a billionaire

She like, "Chief Sosa, where you goin'?" I'm gonna be a billionaire

I pull up, baby, and it's magic

I hop up out the car, *****s talk, "What's crackin'?"

I pull up with the things, you know it's tragic

This ***** all up on my thing, you know it's the fabric

I pulled up blingin', you know it's the jewels

Horse shoes on my pockets, you know them the Trues

Only money call my phone, these ******* send me nudes

All this ice on my body and she give me flu

I pull up, baby, and it's magic

I hop up out the car, *****s talk, "What's crackin'?"

I pull up with the things, you know it's tragic

This ***** all up on my thing, you know it's the fabric

I pulled up blingin', you know it's the jewels

Horse shoes on my pockets, you know them the Trues

Only money call my phone, these ******* send me nudes

All this ice on my body and she give me flu