[Intro]
Wait, wait, wait (Wait, wait, wait)
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait (Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait)
Wait, uh, uh
[Pre-Hook]
Lifestyle movin' quick and fast
Feel good, God please, slow it for me
All I wanted was a bitch to lie to me
Baby, tell me you been hopin' for me
All I wanna do is make you feel good
Baby, get your Holly Berry on
All I wanted was the money stashed in the same spot like a carry-on
[Hook]
Ah! Carry-on
Money stashed like a carry-on (Sheesh!)
Uh, makin' hard hits, music get yo ass buried on (Ah!)
I feel like I'm blowin', you won't even know it
Somebody gon' tell Rocko (Rocko!)
Pull up [?] like RZA
I'm feelin' like El Chapo (Ah!)
[Verse 1]
I come from the hood, I'm tryna change my perspective
I been eatin' good, but I'm still workin' for seconds
No love for the opposition
Niggas growin' up without a pot to piss in
So they sellin' pot just to cop commission
Who am I to judge? Nigga, fuck a judge
Gave my nigga 25, free Fonz though (Free!)
Fuck the system for life (Life)
Grew up on Adidas and Nikes
Cop the [?] got for miniature price (Hah!)
Niggas comin' out the [?] kicks
That he sellin' shit to make a quicker buck (Buck)
Bangin' they hoodies, zippin' up
New necks, they'll make you rich as fuck
[Pre-Hook]
I'm feelin' like El Chapo
Made it out tryna make a dollar
Niggas eatin', boys pity on us
Streets grimy, boy them semis poppin'
You can get it like Ricky got it (Bop!)
Head on the swivel, nigga
Be caught with it or be gone without it (Without it!)
Knew that since a lil' nigga, wait
Lifestyle movin' quick and fast
Feel good, God please, slow it for me
All I wanted was a bitch to lie to me
Baby, tell me you been hopin' for me
All I wanna do is make you feel good
Baby, get your Holly Berry on
All I wanted was the money stashed in the same spot like a carry-on
[Hook]
Ah! Carry-on
Money stashed like a carry-on (Sheesh!)
Uh, makin' hard hits, music get yo ass buried on (Ah!)
I feel like I'm blowin', you won't even know it
Somebody gon' tell Rocko (Rocko!)
Pull up [?] like RZA
I'm feelin' like El Chapo (Ah!)
[Verse 2]
Think, nigga
Ain't much to think about
Hunnid days and the hunnid nights
Homies runnin' with them heaters out (Hah!)
Homies is callin' you pussy 'cause you left and took the safer route
They say that they street smart, but they ain't smart enough to make it out
Boy, I'm breakin' out
I'm tryna be with a bad bitch on the beach layin' out
Fuck extendin' clips, I'd rather be extendin' bank accounts
What I think about?
Bitches love you when you ballin', nigga
That's why you see 'em when the Lakers out
Money comin' and the paper flyin'
This shit feelin' like a paper route
Niggas be rollin' 'round killin' for fun
Limo tinted with the banger out (Bow, bow)
I like my women like they like they guns
Extensions with the bottoms hangin' out (Hah!)
[Pre-Hook]
I'm feelin' like El Chapo
Made it out tryna make a dollar
Niggas eatin', boys pity on us
Streets grimy, boy them semis poppin'
You can get it like Ricky got it (Bop!)
Head on the swivel, nigga
Be caught with it or be gone without it (Without it!)
Knew that since a lil' nigga, wait
Lifestyle movin' quick and fast
Feel good, God please, slow it for me
All I wanted was a bitch to lie to me
Baby, tell me you been hopin' for me
All I wanna do is make you feel good
Baby, get your Holly Berry on
All I wanted was the money stashed in the same spot like a carry-on
[Hook]
Ah! Carry-on
Money stashed like a carry-on (Sheesh!)
Uh, makin' hard hits, music get yo ass buried on (Ah!)
I feel like I'm blowin', you won't even know it
Somebody gon' tell Rocko (Rocko!)
Pull up [?] like RZA
I'm feelin' like El Chapo (Ah!)
