[Verse 1]
Gas in the ash tray
She do whatever i say
In everything have the final say
Cause i've got the pay
Tryna live
Let you stay
Mini shade
And a pillow case
Ain't tryna catch
Whatever the case
But your fine face
In that mini dress
I'm impressed
Good brain she profess
She the baddest chick
She want gold rings
And all the finest things
Get your mind right
Hand you the light
Tell you pass it around
Till it's vanish
If you're able
Can you handle it
My manage
You savage
I need that cabbage
Say you're tryna get carriage
So let's take a ride
And do passage
Be that good brain
Where the sun set
Pour another drink