So high, what's beneath me I can't even call it
High like ticket holders when the season started
It ain't much to say when actions speak for themselves
So just the fact that I'm in this motherfucker means I'm balling
So next time you take shots keep an extra cartridge
Niggas handcuffing hoes like the police department
You think you flying but you really falling
You just ain't hit the concrete yet, nigga you stalling
They say pop means being popular to the population
So excuse me for being the topic of your conversation
I'll just keep banging verses and rocking your mama's braces
What you blaze in a week, that's what I start my day with
My check's worth more than your net worth
I got a network about the size of the next earth
I'm laid up, so much head that my neck hurt
I'm living the dream, I never once went to bed first, ya dig?
So what should I do with so much hate? Well fuck it
I turn crabs in the bucket to a buffet
And beef to a filet, that's a full course entree
And girl I'll turn that avocado to some guacamole
So Spanish girls olé, we can skip the foreplay
Roll up some good haze and stay high for four days
We can do it four ways, left right, up down
My cup runneth over but I won't put my cup down
You haters cheerleading while I'm out here running touchdowns
But I won't be run down, I run shit, you run down
Frantic blowing whistles like, "Please get Sundown"
Meanwhile I'm globetrotting from sun up to sun down
But still I'm straight, penthouse up all kinds of space
No time to play cause I know they don't want me on top, anchovies
But still I'm blazed, so many trees don't need no shade
Living that simp life, I think my passport need more space
It's B.o.B, yo bitch
So don't get mad when your girl come up to me in public like
Just keep it moving bruh
All you haters, I don't even wanna hear no
I don't even know why I gotta smoke for man
It's like I just can't even get, not even a little bit, at all
But still man, you know how I do it
Grand Hustle in the building
Tip coming home soon so you know it's a problem
