[Intro]
Ay, ay, ay Phantom what it do-

Sling that shit round ho'

[Verse 1]
Now I'm high on the beans so I had a dream last night, and it was bout you
Take another pill just to ease my mind and tonight is alright, but you're killing my mood
Uh, watch my moves, had to let her go now I'm stuck in my grooves
Uh, hashtag mood, uh, bitch I'm smooth, uh, now I'm the road, bitch I'm better on the move
Now I gotta lot to lose so I focus on these blue
Strips, bitch don't trip
I can tell these ho's to run it back and take a trip
Godamn, send her off, bitch be coming back with a baggie full of thirties, and a pocket full of racks
Now my closet lookin' wealthy got designer on a rack
Got a Barbara call her Betty, when she suckin' on my sack
She gon' ride it like a Chevy, run it up and do the dash (whoa, whoa)
I was born to fuck it up and get a bag (oh, no)
Teacher told me I would never get a pack (oh, whoa)
So I had to run it up and make 'em mad (oh, whoa)
And I'm pouring up this glue like it's my last (oh, no)
I would never put a bitch before my bag (oh, no)
Ay, look white boy wasted, we smoke, in the air, loud, you can taste it
I don't drink liquor but this syrup got me faded
Now your baby mama always put me on her playlist
I was in the city with my brothers on some gang shit
If you're not making dollars then you really do not make sense
Had to get a bag and pick my ass up off the pavement
Now I'm not the top floor came from the basement
Put the money up, put the money up, (oh, oh)
I done fell in love, I can't get enough (oh, oh)
Shorty you a drug, feel like I'm the plug
I can see the future, only ways (oh, oh, oh)