Uh, cash out
Go to Prada (What?), I need clothes
Go to Melrose for some  (Newm)
I´m at LA, at the Grove (Shh)

White Air Forces, I stay low
Fabiano shirt underneath the coat (Uh)
Gotta stay fresh, R.I.P. Bankroll (Fresh)
Lightskin shorty like Keyshia Cole (Lightskin)
I love that bitch (I love that bitch), X and O
Paycheck I see decimals
Codeine taste like jello
Might grow my hair like Melo
Neon lights, my car glow
Back to the future like Marty McFly
I pour up a deuce ´cause I gotta stay high
I drive her whip, I touch her thighs
When I pull out my dick, don´t act surprised

I don´t know what it is
Is it me or how I live?
You´ll die to feel what it´s like to be here on this side

I don´t know what it is (She said she wanna go to, uh, Jamaica)
Is it me or how I live? (I told her, close her eyes, you be anywhere you wanna be)
You´ll die to feel what it´s like to be here on this side (You get what I´m sayin´?)

Ayy, Cruddy
Been through some shit, got a hell of a story
Bought me a watch, put me more in my glory
Come to my spot, you can never record me
I´m tryna get it and better my people
Trust, she don´t want more, ´cause they know I get even
I hate all the rumors, a nigga been hearin´
I´m gettin´ this paper, them niggas pretendin´
I need a piece of the pie, a big percentage

I took some Ls, but I´m usually winnin´
I poured a deuce of the Wock´ and I added some Quai´ (Wok´, Wok´)
And that´s just how a nigga been sippin´ (Dman)
I pulled out a hundred and showed her it´s me
She buy me a pint, I get on one knee
Put Chanel on her bag and Rick on her feet
I lift up my arm, that´s a quarter on me

I don´t know what it is (We gon´ get this shit long as they print this shit, man)
Is it me or how I live? (Know what I´m sayin´? Brick on my wrist)
You´ll die to feel what it´s like to be here on this side (Longlive the dead, man, free all the guys)
I don´t know what it is (R.I.P. A$AP Yams, man, big sheets and funnel on deck)

Is it me or how I live? (Lost Boys, A$AP shit, man, Marino Infantry shit, man, takin´ over, man, for the 2000s, nigga)
You´ll die to feel what it´s like to be here on this side (You know the fuck we comin´)

Don´t know what I got, but it´s hot (Yeah, yeah)
Maybe, it´s my style that drives ´em wild (Drives ´em wild)
Maybe it´s the dough or the clothes
But, baby, I don´t know, I don´t know (On my motherfuckin´ Flavor Flav shit)
Don´t know what I got, but it´s hot (Five-hundred bitches in the crib like Ray J)
Maybe, it´s my style that drives ´em wild (Drives ´em wild)
Maybe it´s the dough or the clothes (We still spendin´ them bands for OG)

But, baby, I don´t know, I don´t know (Yeah, yeah)

I don´t know, I don´t know what it is
Is it me or how I live? (Oh, woah)
You´ll die to feel what it´s like to be here on this side
I don´t know what it is
Is it me or how I live? (Yeah, yeah)
You´ll die to feel what it´s like to be here on this side

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, Spizz, man, pour that four up, let´s get high, my boy