Michael Cera - Kilo lyrics

[intro: Michael Cera] [verse 1: Ace Henderson] 9:45 in this b**h Think I might head to my cla** like quarter past 10 (late as f**) Send a quick text to Kim Ask her at 4:23, 'What's Good with your friend'?/ I've got a friend of a friend And they got kegs and kush and coke at the crib I don't know why you pretend Like you don't know that I got it, it's cool if you sin! And it's real ev-i-dent Obviously you don't know who you deal-in' with Last name: Henny First name: Ace Gold on my neck like I'm in first place Oh me, oh my Too damn fly Ray-ban frames all on my eyes New York n***as say I'm wavy like my hair is texturized/ Mami's call me papi and they ain't even hispanic (okay papi) In my head I see all this bread I'm talking sandwich, stacked on sandwich... I'm a young n***a-tryna-get-paid... And fly on private planes, sippin, minute-maid/ [Chorus] Gold all on my wrist Girls all in my pics Cookin' dope with Chris, to get mom and dad new whips/ Southside hit licks Northside n***as flip bricks West$ide n***as, East$ide n***as, everybody tryna get rich/x2 [Verse 2] Drippin'-drippin' in gold moving-moving like a slow-poke Simon says, simon says, baby drop it down-low Mitch got the Kilo Oye mami contigo Tienen un culo esta mucho mucho bonito/ You should come with me though Let's get blown You can do it, I'mma watch While I'm sitting on the throne Alice never coming home The white horse left the stable... Had her hands around his waist and they waved to Abel/