Man I need that Bill Gates, I need that Oprah
I need that green baby I need that old grub
You see my game face, come get a close up
I let the girls fly, but not if they vultures
Baby let's post up, girl we can toast up
I bring the champagne, rose mimosas
I keep my head up, yes I am focused
No I can't kick it with you if you talking broke shit
Did you read the memo
Me and my fellow, all about the dollars
[?] load, karma, zeros, lobster, pasta, jello
Well I trick it off, no, nada, hell no
Only thing I know, push pedal to the metal
Wait till my money take it take it to another level
When I ride by wave hi baby hello
Will I have a hater in my ride, hell no
Tell them how you feeling bro, life is good
Tell them how you feeling bro, life is good
Tell them niggers you feeling bro, life is good
Tell them niggers you feeling bro, life is good
Access to the debit, baby let me get it
Them black phone of us, keep fucking with my credit
Understand I get it, live it by any means, Hugo Lindenberg
Don't rock any jeans Boo, just get with the team
Heard you was a diva, 5 minutes later, had her faded off sativas
Low cut caesars, cool as a penguin, your friends wanna hate
I can fix them chickens faces
One for the ladies, who trying to get put on
[?] the club, 2 kids left at home
3 county checks she just spent upon her clothes
4 friends always ride with me when I roll
Only thing I know, push pedal to the metal
Wait till my money take it take it to another level
When I ride by wave hi baby hello
Will I have a hater in my ride, hell no
Tell them how you feeling bro, life is good
Tell them how you feeling bro, life is good
Tell them niggers you feeling bro, life is good
Tell them niggers you feeling bro, life is good
I'm making double bucks but no time chasing hoes
Chasing dough, fuck is up
Club life boring, no club nights for me
Stay home, Netflix, watching thug life story, sippin Bud Light forties, til I'm pudge like [?] still daydreaming I could fuck like Voorhees, clutch like Horry, don't like my shit I can give two fucks, write the punchlines for me
I was rippin motherfuckers up, when y'all were playing double dutch
Now I'm in her slim waist, you face bubble buts
Oh, she gotta rap, huh, guess I gotta double up
Oh, you writin cheques, huh, guess she better double up
Back in my days we would take a fade knuckle up niggers nowadays wear my lipgloss puckered up I don't know what is up
You be on that new lou, I be over this way
Only thing I know, push pedal to the metal
Wait till my money take it take it to another level
When I ride by wave hi baby hello
Will I have a hater in my ride, hell no
Tell them how you feeling bro, life is good
Tell them how you feeling bro, life is good
Tell them niggers you feeling bro, life is good
Tell them niggers you feeling bro, life is good