Y´all get ready for that Luxury Music Group shit man, LMG man, highlife boy, real high life, high life man, please believe, NC-double-A shit man, Andre the Giant shit man, you know what I´m sayin´

If this car got feelings too, crash out like ya´ love me
Knowin´ I´ll make that shit back, I´m the first one show a hunnid in cash
Mama said, "Baby adapt," niggas be feenin´, just make that shit last
I was too young for the Act´, I put some Wock´ in the peach just for that
Wide body, peach seats, kitty gon´ get to roarin´
She wanna put me in the hot seats, in the streets, already torchin´ (Ayy)
City girl bring me peace, talk that shit, ain´t no rookie like Veeze
AMG at three, your ho called to make sure I eat

Ho nigga scored on the pints, know it´s a drought so they playin´ for keeps
Bitches ignorin´ the rules, niggas ignorin´ them too

Anything to get that cake, but you ain´t even eat your food
Tryna get a stripper ho laid, Label really think i´m in the A for the stu´
´Pose to shoot a video today but I need sleep ´cause my life been a movie
Pretty girl get in my way, tell me yo´ lies, let me get through
Go off in a Jeep, charged up, bitch don´t feel my mood
Sick of the Beni´, we´ve been eating that shit like Chinese food
She don´t like HEMI´s, if it ain´t foreign, in her eyes it´s useless
I had a dream, AJ with Stacy, playin´ her part in Clueless
Thousand dollar cup, it hold my fate, I´m a bad influence

Couple thousands up, so now you make the money music
Somebody teach me love is not a adorin´
She say, "Yup, you stuck with me, it´s quarantine, no tourin´"
New red-eye, it look like me, them loud ass pipes euphoric
Open up on 290, hear it from the Low End

If this car got feelings too, crash out like ya´ love me
Knowin´ I´ll make that shit back, I´m the first one show a hunnid in cash
Mama said, "Baby adapt," niggas be feenin´, just make that shit last
I was too young for the Act´, I put some Wock´ in the peach just for that
Wide body, peach seats, kitty gon´ get to roarin´

She wanna put me in the hot seats, in the streets, already torchin´ (Ayy)
City girl bring me peace, talk that shit, ain´t no rookie like Veeze
AMG at three, your ho called to make sure I eat

Real shit, you know what I´m sayin´, NBA, National Big Boy Association man, for real they need to really hear about this, yeah so, Google that, Google this, WorldStar that