[Hook x2]
Said I'm ridin' in that Porsche, mind on a million
My girlfriend trippin', so f** how she feelin'
Cause she don't wear no ring, so she don't mean sh**
I got more money than her, so she don't mean sh**
[Verse 1: YG]
Said I'm ridin' in that Porsche, mind on a million
My girlfriend trippin', so f** how she feelin'
She think I'm worth a million so her panties get to peelin'
I stop and get some condoms, so I won't have no children
Legs up in the back seat, booty in the back seat
The way a n***a ballin' you would think I was an athlete
Mustard in that Benzo, I'm up in that Porsche, though
Youse a bad b**h, why you actin' like a who*e, though?
Lean by the quart load - 16 OZs
Mind on a million, b**h, f** you call me?
All my homies bangers, pistols ain't no strangers
Pistols ain't no strangers, and pistols can't taint us
Ratchets in the lobby, that's my type of party
We buy or sell gangsters, my clique don't need nobody
Rich n***as eat out, p**y n***as Mia
f** it then I beast now, like peace out
[Hook]
[Verse 2: YG]
I'm riding in that Porsche, mind on some money
n***as act funny, start makin' money
p**y make that label, all my n***as able
Pull lil' bro and some k**ers on the payroll
All my n***as a-holes, act like we don't give a f**
I bet that shorty hit 'em up...
I had to switch it up, now I live it up
I live it Hollywood, we at my house thick as f**
p**y don't do sh** for me, it's just a nut
No h*mo, I can do that with my hand, b**h, what?
b**h I think I'm 2Pac, b**h I think I'm 2Pac
n***as talk that sh** 'til they get their a** popped
Mamas wanna f** me, their daughters wanna f** me
Thee b**hes think I'm ratchet and the n***as say I'm lucky
More racks on, couple racks gone
Double racks gone, that's 20 racks gone
[Hook]
[Bridge:]
I be ridin', my n***as we be ridin'
Our pistols do the fighting
So you don't want no violence, no
All my n***as on, Ciroc and Patron
Havin' bad b**hes come up out they thongs
One rack gone, double racks gone
Couple racks gone, that's 20 racks gone
[Hook]