[Intro: Kent Jamz]
I wish I could f**, smoke weed, and sleep all day
But I got to get this money
Baby got to get this money
I know you want to spend my money
Mmm hmmm… mmm hmmm…
Then you want to spend my money…
Got a real one…
Look…
[Verse 1: Kent Jamz]
Got a bad Asian and black chick, stays in Calabasas
Got a real rich dad that [?], b**h you broke my mattress
She said, "These n***as bump okay sh**, and that ain't alright with me
I listen to Ye and Drake, but y'all bring life to me"
Lay your back up on my mattress, baby tell me my sh** active
Tell these wack n***as quit rapping, that's your b**h, that's your friends laughing
She took me to a party, where I ain't know nobody
Her and her friends all gone off mollies, touching all over my body, singing
[Hook: Kent Jamz/Brittany Dorn]
I wish I can f**, smoke weed, and sleep all day
But I got to get this money
But I got to get this money
Baby let me get this money (x3)
[Verse 2: Problem]
How you think I've been the n***a since the 1st grade
C-c-cutting school, f** a first-aid
Got a thou-wow in my pocket, on my worst day (on my worst day)
Now give you haters like happy birthday
So b**h, blow this candle out
And when you does, show a n***a what the camel 'bout
Strawberry color whip, with the peanut bu*ter gut
Hoes come in two's like peanut bu*ter cups, what!
I don't give a f**, n***a this Compton, b**h
So get your a** on this Compton dick
Molly popped, Molly popped, every f**ing p**y getting molly-wopped
Paper first, bullsh** last
Paper first, maker her mad
Make 'em curse, make it cum
Work this pole, I bet it'll cum
Booyow!
Let me smoke my tree and keep it G forever (G forever)
I'm now on them chocolate hoes, cause I f**ed all the ones that's yeller (the ones that's yeller)
I'm still bout my cheddy, I blow all my multi, and them I am adiós
She want to lick me, and I'm going to let her, no envelope, (Problem)
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Joon]
What it do b**h number one, lady number two, s*ut number three (welcome to the Dest my dear)
We going to do a whole lot of you, whole lot of kush, whole lot of d** (a lot of whine and beer)
But by the time the click is six past six got to dip (up out of here)
Thank you for all the fun, sorry I have to hit and run
She got them promethazine tittes, thirty-two (double cup D)
I was planning to give it to her nice and slow (that double cup D)
But I hit the mystical danger, she said she don't do an*l
But since a n***a almost famous, it's okay if I use my fingers
[Hook]
[Verse 4: P]
Every God-given day, that bomb puts me in a phase
Paranoia got me praying on my knees (sh**)
Now you calling me insane, n***as trying to throw me shade
But one thing I won't taste is defeat
It's that simplistic pimp sh**
My style sick, just like a plague
Homebody, that's why my homies call me "P"
All I do is just be cool, that's why these trick n***as hating
While they hating, got they b**hes singing praise to a G
n***as need to find peace
My mind, sending tingles down the spine
Get in touch, with a body, hit them spots that you can't find
I just hit her one time, lift my feet as I recline
Then I pa** her to my dog, point guard Kobe Bryant
[Hook]