[Verse 1: Will Money]
Tropical beach under a palm tree
In some unpronounceable country
Always followin' where the sun be
And them suntanned blonde b**hes love me
We finna roll weed shortly
Get higher then Neptune, I think I'm Surfboard P
Winter where I'm from but round here it's the local summer
In a cabana with a chick that smell like cocoa bu*ter
Dark rum in the gla** but we ain't overdone it
f** her then roll up another, puff it then go back to f**in'
We puffin' hella ganja, had it shipped by helicopter
Blowin' so much smoke you'd think it was the smoke monster
[Verse 2: Pyrex French]
Skateboards and tall tees, Bacardi under palm trees
Food and b**hes Chinese, get down upon your knees please
California boy, Sacramento to the Bottoms
Beach-punk style and Mendo low loudpacks, I got 'em
End of the month pains, talk about your own strains
f** a cosign because you changed your mind about me
Coked up, damn, 80s Hawaiian style shirts, wavy
f** that seapunk style I worked for your gang first so pay me
Pyrex livin', go cop you a timeshare
Grab some Robitussin and a Craigslist lawn chair
Totally self-made, I kiss my own owies
Palm tree track, I'm done here cause I'm flyin' home to Maui