[Intro]
(Froziin)
(Cryko)
([?])

[Chorus]
Alright, girl, let's get to it
I'll take you somewhere that you ain't been
Pullin' up, until I hop in CLA Benz
Cut her off if the bitch tryna make friends
I know that lil' boy ain't gettin' money, so I'ma just rock out with fifty bands
And give the boy ten bands, tell his ass, "Boss up"
She know I'm ballin', so a n***a got crossed up

[Verse]
She know I'm on it, so the bitch wanna make love
I'm too high too say, "It don't be real"
She want me, I got a sex appeal
And the sex don't kill, like the pills will
I don't ever cry, so think I won't feel
Say, "I won't feel," but it feels so real
She'll treat me like I ain't in the field

[Chorus]
Alright, girl, let's get to it
I'll take you somewhere that you ain't been
Pullin' up, until I hop in CLA Benz
Cut her off if the bitch tryna make friends
I know that lil' boy ain't gettin' money, so I'ma just rock out with fifty bands
And give the boy ten bands, tell his ass, "Boss up"
She know I'm ballin', so a n***a got crossed up