Uh, it's all good til that ride go low

And the hoes you was fuckin' they don't slidin' nomo

That's why I'm on this I-95 alone

Ridin' with the windows down

Tryna sip it down now

I think about it when I'm high or low

Like I don't even expect you to ride nomo

Guess I can't worry bout nothin' but mine nomo

That's why I'm on this I-95 like no no no no no

It's like nothin' all over now

Westside girls, where the fuck you been?

If you really know a nigga holla at me then

Am I still fuckin' with these bitches?

Told myself I wouldn't

But she's here inside my living room

Same slick dress on, lipstick pressed on

Gave a couple reasons

Why she ain't for being slept on

Killa in the line of that outfit designer

They just came out with

She got a problem maxin' out my card

I hardly doubt it

That's why I'm out in all these malls

Tryna call accountants

And any time she do me wrong

I start to fuck more bout it

Bitches that's down to strip to they slickest outfits

And they just wanna fuck the kid

With kicks that ain't come out yet

And I'm just livin' life

No chaser, lemon spice

Young entertainer

Livin' life like I'm Evan White

Pacin' all my blatant move

Like from the line and shootin' threes

You could be takin' twos

You know you greater

So you just do what you made to do

Fuck what they say dog

Just pray to God and make it thru

Now make yo moves nigga