[Hook: Retro Messiah]
Ayy, let’s go
Pull up like let’s go
Pull up like let’s go
Pull up like let’s go
I’mma take you on the road, ayy
In and out of stores, ayy
Pull up like let’s go, ayy
Where you wanna go?

Ayy, let’s go
Pull up like let’s go
Pull up like let’s go
Pull up like let’s go
I’mma take you on the road, ayy
In and out of stores, ayy
Pull up like let’s go, ayy
Where you wanna go?

[Chorus: Retro Messiah]
I wanna take you around the world, I wanna go to Japan
I wanna go to Paris. Balmain on my pants
The chopper, it sounds like a drumline, but my pockets full of them bands
Pull up on you, let's go. Baby, I been making plans

[Verse 1: Retro Messiah]
Yeah, you can gon forget about ya man
Yeah, he smoke point 5, I smoke grams
Yeah, my bankroll have you like, "Damn!"
And I didn’t even have to scam
Hop in that foreign and skrt, huh
Got the whip going berserk, huh
Young n***a fresh out the dirt, ayy
Remember my pockets was hurt, yeah
Now a n***a taking trips, yeah
N***a buy a whole zip, yeah
N***a tried to ride the wave
Fuck around and see shells

[Hook: Retro Messiah]
Ayy, let’s go
Pull up like let’s go
Pull up like let’s go
Pull up like let’s go
I’mma take you on the road, ayy
In and out of stores, ayy
Pull up like let’s go, ayy
Where you wanna go?

Ayy, let’s go
Pull up like let’s go
Pull up like let’s go
Pull up like let’s go
I’mma take you on the road, ayy
In and out of stores, ayy
Pull up like let’s go, ayy
Where you wanna go?
[Chorus: Retro Messiah]
I wanna take you around the world, I wanna go to Japan
I wanna go to Paris. Balmain on my pants
The chopper, it sounds like a drumline, but my pockets full of them bands
Pull up on you, let's go. Baby, I been making plans

[Verse 2; Foreign Jay]
Ayy, she fuck with me and my swag
My Polo from Paris, yo shit don't [?]
Yo fit from clearance, that's basic math
And I’m not her parent, but she call me “Dad” (she call me daddy!)
Hey, and you can ride, baby
Don’t drive me crazy
You drive me crazy, it better be a Masi, baby
My last lil lady won't in no [?], so I got lie to, baby
Boy, you might as well give up
Cuz every time I pull on shawty, you know she get up
And I got my Glock .40, and he don’t switch up
I’ma come and get her, ambulance get ya

[Chorus]
I wanna take you around the world, I wanna go to Japan
I wanna go to Paris. Balmain on my pants
The chopper, it sounds like a drumline, but my pockets full of them bands
Pull up on you, let's go. Baby, I been making plans