Music: Zack Cokas/Slinger
I can't stop talking to God
He like me a lot
We smoke pot
I live in my parent's garage
Eating croissants
Love it or not
Hop out the coupe
To air out the V-neck
Nothing for you
Besides Mr. Peanut
Get it while it's fresh
Put it all on my amex
Chevy Impala
Kitty-cat lemme Tame it
Been a long flight
With no entertainment
Dressed all white
Look like Mr. Clean-it
You do blow
Then ask for a Kleenex
Your ex-hoe reached out like a T-rex
You mad bitch
Get out the way
I make it rain
Yeah, I'm getting paid
Mad bitch
I'm on a plane
row got more space
Than MJ in space
Jam
Oh shit!
I spilled my ham
Really hope nobody got it on cam
Window seat laid back I'm catching a tan
Laughing at everyone else in a cram
I can't stop talking to God
He like me a lot
We smoke pot
I live in my parent's garage
Eating croissants
Love it or not
Call me super I'm a star
drive you crazy vroom a car
I stay fly like helicopter
Secret Investigator
I'm James Bond with a fleshlight
Too much Ice, getting frostbite
Sipping on sprite at a cockfight
It's so wrong but it feels right