[Verse 1: Da$h]
Do the d**, don't let the d** do you
I pull a Porsche Turbo through the wormhole
Get the b**h to snort the disco inferno
And then she please me wit a organ made for verbal
I lit the herbal, top of the coupe look like the back of a turtle
I smoked a Rat Pack of backwoods, that good, I'm high as hell
Chef the sh**, Supreme Clientele
Around the well look how my title felt
I parked the whip up on Orion's Belt
Invest in self to get the weatlh
n***as rapping asking for a shelf
Jump in your casket I will actually help
This sh** I'm crafting actually health
b**h
[Hook: Da$h]
Roll wit this pimpin', you ain't seen this in a minute
Roll that splidiff, b**h I need that in a minute
Right with the digits b**h I got that in a minute
I said I need that in a minute, b**h
I said I need that in a minute
Roll wit this pimpin', you ain't seen this in a minute
Go get them digits b**h I need that in a minute
Roll up that splidiff, b**h I need that in a minute
In a minute, b**h
[Verse 2: Ab-Soul]
Soulo ho, alpha and omega
Rolling wit the blues, I play Sonic on Sega
Knuckled up and put a couple n***as on their tails
Interesting I got em' turning heads from telling tales
Ab-Soul don't forget the dash
My n***a Da$h, Michael Rocks, that's cooked crack
Toast to the Most Dope Family
Jimmy think that I should slow down wit em' rapidly
Climbing to the highest title I'm the future ain't no limits
Ya I'm on that Miley Cyrus, ain't nobody business
Wait a minute, am I saying too much
I gotta slip this, did this, display it too much
[Hook 2: Ab-Soul]
I'm the illest n***a you seen in a minute
Shine my light and illuminate in a minute
Bring the house down everytime I'm in it
Time is money b**h I only got a minute
Got a minute, b**h
b**h I only got a minute
Time is money b**h I only got a minute
I'm the illest n***a you seen in a minute
Shine my light and illuminate in a minute
[Verse 3: Sir Michael Rocks]
Smoking the weed in Indian scrolls
Eating tilapia out of their skulls
Blood start dripping, dropping up out of my nose
It got on my clothes
Demons be handing me sh**, where should I tell them to go
I got the candles lit, pencil in hand
f**ing a random b**h, triple the 6, you understand this sh**
Starting to question the room
I'm obsessed wit the xans, obsessed wit the moon
Possessive wit b**hes too soon, b**h you get back in the room
Cigarettes is feeling foreign to my diaphragm
G wagon seats from the skin of leviathan
And now we down in the abyss getting high again
Da$h give me another strip so I can die again
[Hook 3: Sir Michael Rocks]
All you need is a minute
My brother coming with the lean in a minute
It'll k** you in between of a minute
Heart jumping out my chest any minute
And I'm in it, really in it
Win the lotto all you need is a minute
My brother coming with the lean in a minute
It'll k** you in between of a minute