Okay, now I'm cooking with the gas
Yeah I'm heatin' up (He's heating up!)
Pipe down while you're speakin' up (He's heating up!)
She give me throat 'fore I beat it up (He's on fire)
I'm doin blow while I'm being sucked
Bitch I need a bag, hyperventilatin' (He's heating up!)
Let's hit the bank, I ain't with the Chase (He's heating up!)
She finessin' for a dinner date (He's on fire)
I'm 'bout to wreck it on the interstate
All them bitches bad *goat bleets*
I'm a goat (I'm a goat)
I'm here to laugh, that's a joke (that's a joke)
Kinda like a rapper with a deal, actin' like he got a mill, actin' like he keep it real
But he broke (but he broke)
And that's another story
Let's stop the record though, let's not record it
I'm tryna' tell him if it's talent, then I'm Michael Jordan
Maybe Tom Brady with the rings, maybe Robert Horry
Yeah
See there's a theme, but it's not important
I been tryna get the whole team out to California (out to California)
I snorted shit that got me outta order
Man I coulda' swore CVS was right around the corner (right around the corner)
I prolly drive a Honda Civic like a bought a foreign
But I guess it kinda sorta is if it got imported
I had to split the dinner with her, I could not afford it
Got me down to the final quarter
Now I'm cooking with the gas
Yeah I'm heatin' up (He's heating up!)
Pipe down while you're speakin' up (He's heating up!)
She give me throat 'fore I beat it up (He's on fire)
I'm doin blow while I'm being sucked
Bitch I need a bag, hyperventilatin' (He's heating up!)
Let's hit the bank, I ain't with the Chase (He's heating up!)
She finessin' for a dinner date (He's on fire)
I'm 'bout to wreck it on the interstate
I might grill a mother fucker like a shishkebab
Run' em over then I ditch the car
And get to steppin' like Baryshnikov
And when he get to God
He's like "Dumb mother fucker shouldn'ta pissed him off"
Ayy
I didn't want to get involved, feel like I had to
She always on my dick and balls, she like a tattoo
And tellin' me her clit enlarged, just like a cashew
It's 15 past noon, lookin' like a raccoon
Dark eyes, you don't wanna see my dark side
She so easy but she givin' me a hard time
Sendin body parts, I reply heart eyes
Nudie archive, iPhone hard drive
At the 45 yard line, I don't wanna kick it wit'cha
No photos, I'm focused on the bigger picture
Tell me when you back in town, I'll get dinner wit'cha
Never used to get up in the kitchen
Now I'm cooking with the gas
Yeah I'm heatin' up (He's heating up!)
Pipe down while you're speakin' up (He's heating up!)
She give me throat 'fore I beat it up (He's on fire)
I'm doin blow while I'm being sucked
Bitch I need a bag, hyperventilatin' (He's heating up!)
Let's hit the bank, I ain't with the Chase (He's heating up!)
She finessin' for a dinner date (He's on fire)
I'm 'bout to wreck it on the interstate, yuh
"Boom Shaka-laka"
She gon' let me hit like
"Boom Shaka-laka"
Dunkin' on that bitch like
"Boom shaka-laka"
I ain't even tired
Pulled a all nighter
Bitch I'm on fire like
"Boom Shaka-laka"
She gon' let me hit like
"Boom Shaka-laka"
Dunkin' on that bitch like
"Boom shaka-laka"
I ain't even tired
Pulled a all nighter
Bitch I'm on fire like
"Boom Shaka-laka"
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