I just want a woman I can lay up and smoke with Talking too much and now I'm ghosting Rollup in the car on the Belt I'm coasting They be acting jealous cause a nigga is chosen Switching through my roster like every season Running up a check, blow it for no reason Lookup in the sky, California dreaming Quarterback money like I'm Willie Beamon Larry Hoover Super Shooter Made up rumors Robbers, looters Niggas, losers Tigers, cougars Nike, Puma She a tuber Fucking a bitch when I wake up Fuck her without any makeup Had to work after we lay up Student loans making her pay up Sally Mae making her pay off Baby just wanted a day off Late again she would be laid off Hop in the Uber and takeoff She do bottle service She don't got insurance Said I make her nervous Tell me she a Taurus Want to feel important Lost her job at corporate She want my endorsement You know I'll support it I just want a woman I can lay up and smoke with Talking too much and now I'm ghosting Rollup in the car on the Belt I'm coasting They be acting jealous cause a nigga is chosen Switching through my roster like every season Running up a check, blow it for no reason Lookup in the sky, California dreaming Quarterback money like I'm Willie Beamon I'm a bad bitch Let my hair swing in the wind Where I live get cold like Minnesota Cold like Michigan I've been wanting to do this Since the first time I heard 50 Cent Boy I need this blunt That first of the month right here That game is rent Looking at my bank account in the morning, ha Get this band Espalone shot Straight to the dome, have fun in the end Now I'm on my way to the breakfast spot They know what I like, what I want Now I'm on my way to the breakfast spot They know what I want I like me some tea with the minimal ice I know I be hard headed I live in that head like some lice Cooking the rice I be driving a lot ain't ignoring you niggas I ain't check my device Not one of them niggas that buying shit And I ain't checking the price Mama ain't raise no fool Nana might raise that tool Running game, save that too Make it slap, player back, ou I just want a woman I can lay up and smoke with Talking too much and now I'm ghosting Rollup in the car on the Belt I'm coasting They be acting jealous cause a nigga is chosen Switching through my roster like every season Running up a check, blow it for no reason Lookup in the sky, California dreaming Quarterback money like I'm Willie Beamon