If youre lookin for a party song here bitch party on
Chillin in my civic no top like Mardi Gras
Give me a second bout to get my Jeff Hardy on
On the top grove get my swan tom bombin on
I skip the beef like Ramadan while everybody else pullin triggers like firelarms
Money diamonds cars
Ounce in the jar
 flow flow like a leotard
You look at me and you see a star
Young nebula spittin bars on mars
I rippin bar for bar my shit is so underpar
My shit is so fuckin sick
My shit is so fuckin hard
My raps so fuckin sesh and my girl the same
All we do is do drugs all night all day
In the shade blowin haze its the motherfuckin team
Couple weird white kids with some weird ass dreams
Get rich, sex ships, and all that
Im callin to the universe I hope that bitch call back
Hit the blunt once and I feel like Im fallin
Dollar sign eyes too cash always sparkin
Too cash always sparkin
Dollar sign eyes too cash always sparkin
Im always too cashed
Every time you see me
Im always too cashed