Uh, what, what, what
Hoppin out the car, lookin like a rockstar
Im in the cut, never find me where the cops are
Im at the house, never out where the bops are
I aint at the bar, I aint where them shots are
Im in the hills, with the birds, where them flocks are
Im at the top, still aint down where them rocks are
Fresh fruit, and salad on my dinner plate
Aqua with the ice, and the cash like Jake The Snake
Im on a different plane, Im in a different lane
Penthouse suites booked under a different name
They all look alike, they all sound the same
Im no shirt, hair swangin in the fuckin rain
No chain, no gold, let it fade away
Took em to the pawn shop, swapped em for some fuckin change
I gotta eat, team gotta eat too
Tell em put the house on, we leavin with the fucking loot
Hoppin out the car, lookin like a rockstar
Im in the cut, never find me where the cops are
Im at the house, never out where the bops are
I aint at the bar, I aint where them shots are