[Part of interview for HotNewHipHop]
[Hook: YG]
Goin' goin' back back to the bank
Rest in peace to my safe x2
-Put the gun away, n***a
-Can we have one night where there ain't no fightin'; nobody gets shot?
-Shut up, b**h!
[Verse 1: YG]
I'mma fly n***a n***a I take your ho
I'll have to leave her if she did me like Coco
The devil talkin' to me, but I dont hear him
Act like I'm deaf like So-So
f** you, f** him, f** them
f** my ex and her cohorts
Hundred bottles in the club, for no reason
n***as start trippin boom bow dope fiend
Fendi on my shoes, Fendi on my belt
I'm in the Fendi store I dont need help
All gold everything like Trinidad
I went to high school with you b**h you been a rat
I don't got money problems, I got trust issues
Two things I gotta stay is with the two pistols
[Verse 2: ScHoolBoy Q]
Grimy n***a way too groovy for the Grammys
Overseas collecting panties, poppin' Xanies
Young n***a, hundred grand for the gram, hot damn
Hit the curb with the Benz, swerve
Rollie do no ticky do the blingy
I spending hundreds, all the fifties
Word around the city I'm that n**-y
But this month I made a milli
Another month, another milli, man that sh** be gettin' silly
Man, b**h you looking silly
Why you broke, go get a check
And when you fly, who need a jet
She wanna move out to the west
She want them diamonds on her neck
And palm trees in the yard, wanna be's with a star
And get the keys to the car huh
And wanna lick on every scar huh
My money good, sh** we buying off the bar right now, right now
Who got the weed right now, right now
[Hook: YG]
Goin' goin' back back to the bank
Rest in peace to my safe x2