[Verse 1: Pyrex French]
Everybody got their qualms, I need a social bracket
I'm in Twentynine Palms with my tennis racket
Acting like you ain't seen sick until you pack and rack it
Put a quarter on your mole and just try to whack it
All the girls say "f** it" and just try to smack it
No matter how they say no they don't k** my tactics
This is no time for actin', I bought the dream team
Quick to buy any snack, straight up puffin' for the fiends
Been puffin' so much Mendo even though my dick is green
Want that p**y with no hair like Mr. Clean
If I'm talkin' to your b**h don't try to intervene
She made her choice, you don't wanna in-between
Come back to the crib, I know you wanna
Pillow-top mattress, eat it up like a piranha
Then I get up in that a** like a colonic
Pyrex workout have you sweatin' like it's a sauna
[Hook: Will Money]
Foreign car, 190 on the freeway
Rocket Cartel is the recime, babe
Two dudes, four b**hes, double three-way
And we don't give a f** that it's a weekday
[Verse 2: Will Money]
Hundred degrees, I'm still rockin' a leather jacket
I get all up in your head like a method actor
f** up your life like you got diagnosed with liver cancer
Hittin' level 6 rapids while I'm river raftin'
I'm ridin' a pony keg over Niagara Falls
Sound exciting? you should probably tag along
Latvian supermodel, a cute bag of bones
Feed her some Fernet Branca then Imma take her home
Filet Mognon, no Shake-n-Bake
Reservations at Morton's, no Steak-n-Shake
She talkin' TMI, need a data break
We finna take the boat up out on Crater Lake
Then drive down to Mount Shasta
And walk up that sh** holdin' a ghetto blaster
Try to follow, you coughin' like you got asthma
Field Commander, put you rappers out to pasture
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3: Pyrex French]
Sprinkle my a** in feta like it's a weekday
I smell rotten bleu cheese, I think I met my fate
No blind date, I hang out hella gritty
West coast to the eddy, I'm bred up Fillmore ready
Haight Street to Leavenworth, I keep my thumbs down
No 9-to-5 breadin', keep my crumbs down
I been scrapin' pot, know that we watch a lot
Leave you caked up and scraped up over a knot
[Verse 4: Will Money]
She move that body like a cyclone, I move that cyclone like a superstorm
This is the night that you've been waitin' for since you were born
The memories'll be so good you'll have no use for p**n
f** your dude, Imma make you forget that you were torn
You ain't gotta entertain that motherf**er
I lick it like a lollipop, he lick it like a s**er
Young millionaire eccentric, all up in that mouth
Like a dentist, my energy is endless
[Hook x2]