[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
La-da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da

[Verse]
Snatch the tint off the window, sorry for the wraith
Smokin' killa with my bad one on the interstate
Just left the safe, we was depositing cake
Showed her the way, now she making her own plays
Back at the crib, higher than a bitch
Smoke, fuck, think of more ways to get rich
Real life movie shit, big budget, Spielberg shooting it
But its a documentary, cause we really doing it
Catching stunts on the bitch, no camera tricks
She couldn't handle it, Ferrari, Lamborghini shit
Babygirl, get a grip, catch your breath smoke this shit
Take a whiff, that's how paper smell
A dab of Chanel on my collar, make sure I remember her well
And I did, that's why I stayed a lil bit longer
Cut one more time, and then i slid

[Outro]
La-da-da-da, la-da, la-da, la-da, la-da
La-da-da-da, la-da, la-da, la-da, la-da
Snatch the tint off my window, sorry for the Wraith
Snatch the tint off my window, sorry for the Wraith
(Owner's Manual)
Let ‘em see in here, since they curious
(Shit you can't get, till you really get it)
You lookin' at me, im lookin' at you too, fuck
(Full speed, homie, till you own it, homie)
(Like, do you really want it, homie?)