Hula from the ceiling
She on the ring without the wedding
She got the wrap with the head thing
She got the strap on her dress thing
They say they all ride or dies
Tell me whens the last time you ride ?
Kamikaze suicide
They say that they never lie
They say they won't testify even if it means life
All these possessions though I can forget thеm
All the kicks and all the whips
All the monеy we split from alll the flips
All the hits and all the trips

My priceless chandelier hanging from the ceiling
Blinging gleaming
I swear I see things its like a dream thing
Blinging gleaming
Be alone dont nobody wanna be alone
All the time boi im out of my mind

If all the stars were g packs
And the moon was a 3 pack
And mars was a ki pack
I would rob the dope man if you need that
And put the stars on the ceiling of the double R
And my heads in the clouds you push against the stars
And we change the tide and we dont steer the boat
And the captain drive and we ain't goin home
CHORUS