Yeah, yeah, yeah Uh It's like divin' out the plane Once that music hit our veins Tears of Rose Champagne Mascara telling her tale Revealin' her pain She smilin' at the same time She so high We could live forever tonight They'll never catch us, we'll never die If you ain't scared to fly, it's rainin' outside Ralph Lauren, duck boots, will suffice, slidin' high Anita Baker serenaded my drive Counted my first million dollars and I couldn't blink my eyes Nowadays I'm used to it, I be smokin' while I do it Crops is poppin' 'cause I grew it On the flight, and I mack the stewardess Writin' the truest 'cause I actually do this shit Who it is You take some, you leave some You never take it all And the richer you get The more able they are to get you Police want ya, but guys get paid to shelf here Everybody's out get ya when you got too much But if we do get a lot, no matter what, show you what you got to lose Know what I'm sayin' Kane Train, I'm just gone dribble on this motherfucker right quick Ya dig? Ay yo, Bentley leather seats ready red I do look like a G-O She don't think the sex come with head? I dodge a bitch like Neo Pussy you ain't thuggin', you Huxtable nigga, you a Theo Pyrex vision, pot got me pipin' hot, nigga, Tapatio Me and Diego move like Frankie White and Cease-A-Leo It's more than just twistin' your fingers up, you ain't deep with us You ain't eat with us, you ain't sleep with us Must of shot 223 with us Pack ran outta Act, nigga You ain't never fiend for that lean with us It was stomach aches, heartbreaks Warrants off of missed court dates Eviction notice, 'bout to call the county Sent the rent about a million months late White shit, now that's the type shit That put a nigga in a murder mindstate Roll a blunt and lace it with the girl Got a nigga zooted in another world Got the Tony Tony on the desktop like a Mac Pro Mom and pop ain't really have the job to get me Lego blocks So I stacked dough I went to my nigga Mac house and seen a hundred thousand on the trap floor Got the strippers in here bustin' packs down, blow her back down, she a trap ho Got the shooters at the front and back door Yeah Yeah, yeah