I put the feline in my head, lookin' like a Chia-Pet And you know they gettin' green, if a flower on they neck If a flower on they neck, hit Clancy on the text I ain't tryna check a bag, can we get another jet? I ain't gas niggas up, but that feeling's 50 grand, passion fruit with DR Had me drippin' in the sand, new nigga from New York I'ma give him sticky hands, sticky fingers from the green Jazz be playin' with them grams, they was playin' at the Grams One nom ain't enough, I'ma make sure that that *** ain't happenin' again, yup Garth Boys is the Garth Boys, and that 12-seater wings lookin' like a hawk board Get into the paper, better re-up on your chart board, cause a student turned into a teacher, don't talk more Class a session, 1 through 5, I'm a 7, I'm a god nigga, ask your reverend And that crib in Bel Air is heaven, hot cocoa out of China's, nigga pass the beverage, yup Calm day on that home break, haters with the long face, new whippers put really tight like a long day Big dollars, the scent Prada, skinny nigga, also big popper, women they adore me If you see me out in public, no picture, don't record me, I don't really *** with y'all niggas, selfish at the orgy, uh Bitch, one sec, yeah