One, two, three, four!
The liquor, the girls, the money, the trees
The liquor, the girls, the money, the trees
The liquor, the girls, the money, the trees
I can't explain how I'm feeling right now!
The liquor, the girls, the money, the trees
The liquor, the girls, the money, the trees
The liquor, the girls, the money, the trees
I can't explain how I'm feeling right now!
The liquor, the girls, the money, the trees
The liquor, the girls, the money, the trees
The liquor, the girls, the money, the trees
I can't explain how I'm feeling right now
The liquor, the girls, the money, the trees
The liquor, the girls, the money, the trees
The liquor, the girls, the money, the trees
The liquor, the girls
I'm on this AK-47, I ain't talking about the gun
Rolled up in the spliff, mixed with the bubble gum
Fat bankroll, made my money came full
I've been getting bread since I was 12 years old
Pull up to the trap with the bloom, blam, blam
Stay poor in my lap, case I gotta make them sky
Sitting in my log with a neck full of gold
On the phone with a homie with my bitch on
I'm so high, I'm so bent
I'm so zapped, I'm so hemped
I'm so meat out, me, me, me
Ooh, me, I'm in love with me
State to state, internationally
I get cake, they can't *** with me
I just ate, but I'm still hungry
I'm a ape, not a monkey
Bitch!
The liquor, the girls, the money, the trees
The liquor, the girls, the money, the trees
The liquor, the girls, the money, the trees
I can't explain how I'm feeling right now
The liquor, the girls, the money, the trees
The liquor, the girls, the money, the trees
The liquor, the girls, the money, the trees
I can't explain how I'm feeling right now
The liquor, the girls, the money, the trees
The liquor, the girls, the money, the trees
The liquor, the girls, the money, the trees
I can't explain how I'm feeling right now
The liquor, the girls, the money, the trees
The liquor, the girls, the money, the trees
The liquor, the girls, the money, the trees

The money, the trees, the liquor, the girls
The girls, my city, my state, my country, my world
The hustle, the shrine, I want it, it's mine
The dollar, the quarter, the nickel, the dime
In the parking lot throwing up, already on my seventh cup
Drunk before I pulled up, tonight I'm finna live it up
I'm feeling like don't talk to me, I'm feeling like don't touch me
I'm feeling like don't look at me, I'm feeling like don't bug me
No I'm not, I'm tripping, sweetie, I'm just bullshitting
Tell me what you want to drink, I'm buying what you sipping
This vodka art is lindy, don't mistake it for no tricking
Hella batches in this mother***er, wanna get with him
Now I'ma take it, you gon' listen, while I put you up on gang
Walk around this mother***er, ask about my name
Corky this rich boy on California, what I claim
Solid as rocks, keep it funky like Dookie's back
The liquor, the girls, the money, the trees
I can't explain how I'm feeling right now
The liquor, the girls, the money, the trees
I can't explain how I'm feeling right now
The liquor, the girls, the money, the trees
I can't explain how I'm feeling right now
The liquor, the girls, the money, the trees
The liquor, the girls, the money, the trees
The liquor, the girls, the money, the trees
The liquor, the girls, the money, the trees
Where am I?
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know
Where am I?
I don't know
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know