[Chorus: keeta]
She send her home, we don't show it enough
Lowkey mad you ain't blowing it up
And the AMG come show me love
Making out, girl, while we lighting a blunt
She choosin' me 'cause I'm showin' her fun
Hit from the back, then I hit from the front
I'm getting cash, I get a ton
I'm lookin' back like look what we done
I'm lookin' back like look where we from
She gimme bread like you so dumb
You so bad, want you so much
I want you big time, no rush
You so flexible, girl, toe touch
"It's like 3 AM," so what?
We smoke blunts and we pull up
Cuban so childish, go up

[Verse 1: keeta]
Can't keep my eyes on the road
Uh, do I gotta take you home?
Uh, you can come back to my crib if you want
It's okay if you don't
I wouldn't call her a ho
Lil' shawty have fun fo' sure
High as a god, I'm high as a drone
I get a lil' teasy, get loans
I'm independent, boy, you owned
They like, "All of yo' friends is funny"
I know you just want me 'cause I get money
I act like I'm stupid, mistake, I'm a dummy
I get Celine, yeah, I'm so clumsy
He not the one, like, do you trust him?
I get a Glock out, b-b-bust him
Thinkin' 'bout cash, ain't no discussion
I keep a 'K on me just like a Russian
[Bridge: keeta]
Going out sad, so sad
Buddy, you in last, left you in the past
I been smokin' green, I'm smokin' za', you smokin' grass
Only smoke top class and I smoke class

[Chorus: keeta]
She send her home, we don't show it enough
Lowkey mad you ain't blowing it up
And the AMG come show me love
Making out, girl, while we lighting a blunt
She choosin' me 'cause I'm showin' her fun
Hit from the back, then I hit from the front
I'm getting cash, I get a ton
I'm lookin' back like look what we done
I'm lookin' back like look where we from
She gimme bread like you so dumb
You so bad, want you so much
I want you big time, no rush
You so flexible, girl, toe touch
"It's like 3 AM," so what?
We smoke blunts and we pull up
Cuban so childish, go up

[Verse 2: dolly]
We in sync, baby, no trust in him
You can tell me, baby, we touchin'
Uh, they don't have time, no nothin'
N***as makin' assumptions
Smoking papers, smoke pressure
Run up on blunt, we puffing
She says she wanna be her
No Nick, I'm big time rushin'
And then I'm big time nuttin'
And then you know she love it
Pour up, they sippin' 'Tussin
Wockesha in my stomach
Don't fuck with him, baby, he's bluffin'
I'm in the streets and he soft as a muffin
Come fuck with me, baby, I'll show you somethin'
No n***a bruh, lemme show this mine now
[Bridge: dolly]
Baby, stop it, I know you like it
Anything you want, baby, I'll buy it
I fuck with you 'cause I got some cash now 'til we done, babe
And I hope it work for you, I hope you show it

[Chorus: keeta]
She send her home, we don't show it enough
Lowkey mad you ain't blowing it up
And the AMG come show me love
Making out, girl, while we lighting a blunt
She choosin' me 'cause I'm showin' her fun
Hit from the back, then I hit from the front
I'm getting cash, I get a ton
I'm lookin' back like look what we done
I'm lookin' back like look where we from
She gimme bread like you so dumb
You so bad, want you so much
I want you big time, no rush
You so flexible, girl, toe touch
"It's like 3 AM," so what?
We smoke blunts and we pull up
Cuban so childish, go up