(Intro)
Aye, aye, Donato
Fifa, Fifa, we kick it
Aye, look, aye
(Hook)
More ganja, more reefah
We kick it, FIFA
She just wanna be down, Moesha
Come set it off, Latifah
Got pounds, got pounds of keesha
I smoke that gas, that stinker
One ticket two ticket
Blue Porsche, red Benjis
(Verse)
Let’s get it, see, all I know is get it
I smoke gas, no medji
You find me in yo city
Four seasons with four b**hes
I might just call it rickysh
Like whachya doin’, call Luigi
Tell ‘im bring the sticky
f** it, we in it
Bad b**hes, don’t want no sad b**hes
Gimme two cups, I’m sippin’
Don’t touch my cup, you trippin’
Them hoes like ‘no, he didn’t’
Yes, I did, pull up in it
And what that f**in’ busy?
(Hook)
(Verse 2)
I’m finna run up a sack
Pull up on that with the pack
You can smell me from the back
Say you can smell me from the back
Doin’ donuts on a black top
I just made wet her lil cat
No, I’m not talkin’ no laptop
When you get hit with the Mac
I be so fly, I can’t land
I be so high, I can’t land
My goons gon’ ride on demand
(newcleus(?!) fly on demand!)
They put that cash in my hand
I don’t talk nothin’ but bands
Want my sh** in rubber bands
No crazy color, just tan
(Hook)