[Intro]
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For everybody playin’ this shit, you know I’m sayin’?
I want everybody to stay healthy, you know I’m sayin’? (Uh)
Take care of yourself, you know I mean?
Get money, know I’m sayin’?
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Don’t be stressin’ off no petty shit, you know I’m sayin’? (Shit, man)
You can’t save the world, my n***a (Damn, numbers)
But you can get that bag though
(Man, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy), yeah
I’ll be bouncin’ out, you know I’m sayin’?
Custom rims and shit (Uh), watch hittin’ (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Off the dribble too though (Man), all grind
Cruise USA

[Verse 1]
Bouncin’ out lookin’ like I sell dope (Sell dope)
If I chase hoes, I’ll prolly be broke (Off top)
Cardo on the beat, it’s a hit fasho (For surely)
Mashin’, dashin’, gettin’ dough (Numbers)
I’m not trippin’ off the rollers, I’m ridin’ clean
A lil speedin’ ticket ain’t shit to me (Err, err)
Stash spot for the yit-uh-dee (Yawda mean)
Five-hunid thousand – my choosin’ fee (Good job)
But bitch, you can go and run a errand for me (Thank you, sweetie)
And I’ll appreciate you for carin’ for me (Numbers)
I stopped carryin’ cash, I’m the big homie (Big homie)
Thought I was rich, ‘til I met my rich homie (N***a, off top)
I gotta step it up, this life shit crucial (Cruc-)
I had to stop worryin’ ‘bout the shit I was used to (Man)
Movin’, she Black and Peruvian (Move)
I’m a real Mack, and it’s proven
Watch how I do it (Do it)
[Interlude]
You know I’m sayin’? Big telescopes and shit
You know I’m sayin’? Sun’ slight (Man, yeah, numbers)
I’m lookin’ at Jack London from my living room right now
You know I’m sayin’? Sippin’ this tea, you know? (Good job)
Cruise USA, Cardo on every beat, you know I mean?
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[Verse 2]
I was just gon’ do one verse (One verse)
But Cardo, this beat too clean (Too clean)
I got some extra house shoes, baby (Good job)
So, take them shoes off your goddamn feet (Numbers)
Trenches, suburbs, even Afghans fuck with me (Off top)
Bikin’, drinkin’ smoothies, rollin’ up the best weed (Sun’ slight)
I’m cruisin’, and I’m lookin’ for a top notch bitch (Bitch)
I can’t rock skinny’s, ‘cause the wop won’t fit (Wop won’t fit)
I just slide through, I never politick (‘Tick)
My pockets got a grip (Grip), she jockin’ off the rip (Rip)
Yee hee! I got plenty, bitch, I’m racked up
Like I’m playin’ Jenga, I’m stacked up, don’t act up
I’m active, makin’ shit happen, baggage claim havin’
My hands never ashy, I’m classy, what’s hannin’?

[Outro]
(Numbers) You know I’m sayin’, n***a?
This just the intro, you know I’m sayin’?
Cruise USA, sun’ slight, numbers
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(Damn) Vitamix blenders and shit (Man), you know I’m sayin’?
Sun’ slight, five hunid, you know I mean? (Go)
Had to grab that, n***a, fuck it (Damn), you know I’m sayin’? (Man)
Numbers (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, good job)
Groovy, ‘Frisco shit, n***a, you know I’m sayin’?
(Good job, numbers) Cardo (Good job, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Cruise USA, check (Uh)
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Man, uh