I just want a woman I can lay up and smoke with
Talking too much and now I'm ghosting
Rollup in the car on the Belt I'm coasting
They be acting jealous cause a nigga is chosen
Switching through my roster like every season
Running up a check, blow it for no reason
Lookup in the sky, California dreaming
Quarterback money like I'm Willie Beamon
Larry Hoover
Super Shooter
Made up rumors
Robbers, looters
Niggas, losers
Tigers, cougars
Nike, Puma
She a tuber
Fucking a bitch when I wake up
Fuck her without any makeup
Had to work after we lay up
Student loans making her pay up
Sally Mae making her pay off
Baby just wanted a day off
Late again she would be laid off
Hop in the Uber and takeoff
She do bottle service
She don't got insurance
Said I make her nervous
Tell me she a Taurus
Want to feel important
Lost her job at corporate
She want my endorsement
You know I'll support it
I just want a woman I can lay up and smoke with
Talking too much and now I'm ghosting
Rollup in the car on the Belt I'm coasting
They be acting jealous cause a nigga is chosen
Switching through my roster like every season
Running up a check, blow it for no reason
Lookup in the sky, California dreaming
Quarterback money like I'm Willie Beamon
I'm a bad bitch
Let my hair swing in the wind
Where I live get cold like Minnesota
Cold like Michigan
I've been wanting to do this
Since the first time I heard 50 Cent
Boy I need this blunt
That first of the month right here
That game is rent
Looking at my bank account in the morning, ha
Get this band
Espalone shot
Straight to the dome, have fun in the end
Now I'm on my way to the breakfast spot
They know what I like, what I want
Now I'm on my way to the breakfast spot
They know what I want
I like me some tea with the minimal ice
I know I be hard headed
I live in that head like some lice
Cooking the rice
I be driving a lot ain't ignoring you niggas
I ain't check my device
Not one of them niggas that buying shit
And I ain't checking the price
Mama ain't raise no fool
Nana might raise that tool
Running game, save that too
Make it slap, player back, ou
I just want a woman I can lay up and smoke with
Talking too much and now I'm ghosting
Rollup in the car on the Belt I'm coasting
They be acting jealous cause a nigga is chosen
Switching through my roster like every season
Running up a check, blow it for no reason
Lookup in the sky, California dreaming
Quarterback money like I'm Willie Beamon