Everything moving in slow-mo
Everything gonna blink
Yeah
I put the racks in the vault and I get it gone
I've been in clutches, that's where I belong
Look at the risks I'm supposed to upon
Everything custom, I'm turning it on
I get it gone,
I get it gone,
I get it gone,
I get it gone
Stacking it up till it's sitting in
the ceiling I'm catching the vibe,
I'm catching the feeling
Riding in circles so we go to cheddar Harving and catching,
I'm riding and gagging
And God,
if I'm not just up by the picture Repeat the way that I'm living
Riding in slow-mo Big people fall
Making it numb I'm on a skunk
Kissing these cakes and I'm resting on the
moon Keen on the premium cat at the store
We damn near happy,
I'm making it so Happy they money,
we stacking the boom
Chopped down,
never stopped Chopped down,
you get a job
I was last year,
I just stayed up I was last year,
I just stayed up
I've been arrested and found,
I'm laying it down I run the drugs with a zambo on
Making the most of it,
your phone is at point I get that juice and I'm turning it on
I get it gone,
I get it gone,
I get it gone,
I get it gone
Stacking it up till it's sitting in the
ceiling This is why I'm not chasing the ceiling
Your palm,
money and life,
get out the sky