[Intro]
(Ayy, turn the music up for me, Chris)
Oh
Oh
Oh
Bang, bang, bang
(Ayy, turn the music up for me, Chris)
Bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang
Bang, bang, bang (Sosa on the beat)

[Chorus]
I'm so high, went outside winter time, it was scorching
Caught your bitch and I stabbed it, you can call it forking
The way she flipped, I think I was cooking with George Foreman
Before she enter, I tell her give her phone to my doorman
I think I'm a psychic, I can tell my fortune
You can call me Bumblebee when I'm done transforming
I hit the party, I'm too turned up, stepping on your Jordans
I'm smoking pot, I'm so damn high, I don't know if it's morning

[Verse 1]
Bitch name Money, she gon' give me some
CB can't take the Tooka, he got silly lungs
I ain't stopping until I touch a billion
Call me Sosa Scorpion, I finish him
I go get Benjis even if it's windy
This bitch think she playing me, won't eat it even if it's candy
My tools come in handy, you can call me Manny
Don't call me late for dinner, but bitch, you can call me Bentley
Bitch, I'm gon' eat my food, n***as mad I cool
What did I do? What did I do to you?
That money be my boo, marry it, I do
You are so fu, you thought you was cool
[Chorus]
I'm so high, went outside winter time, it was scorching
Caught your bitch and I stabbed it, you can call it forking
The way she flipped, I think I was cooking with George Foreman
Before she enter, I tell her give her phone to my doorman
I think I'm a psychic, I can tell my fortune
You can call me Bumblebee when I'm done transforming
I hit the party, I'm too turned up, stepping on your Jordans
I'm smoking pot, I'm so damn high, I don't know if it's morning

[Verse 2]
Please don't disturb me or my blunt (Or my blunt, or my blunt)
I'll see you when I'm done (When I'm done, when I'm done)
Ok, if Tooka is my son (My son, my son)
Why he be fighting with my lungs
Tadoe in the cut drinking Ace of Spades
I be sipping lean like it's Gatorade
I pour a 8 in the Spirte, don't like Minute Maid
Even though the Spirte got lemon, don't like lemonade
Girl, if you ain't finna buss'
Tick tock, your time is up
Baby, I smoke 16-gram cones
One me, I get higher than Cheech & Chong

[Chorus]
I'm so high, went outside winter time, it was scorching
Caught your bitch and I stabbed it, you can call it forking
The way she flipped, I think I was cooking with George Foreman
Before she enter, I tell her give her phone to my doorman
I think I'm a psychic, I can tell my fortune
You can call me Bumblebee when I'm done transforming
I hit the party, I'm too turned up, stepping on your Jordans
I'm smoking pot, I'm so damn high, I don't know if it's morning
[Outro]
(Ayy, turn the music up for me, Chris)