[Intro]
Yeah, Coach Cam in this bitch
Yung Exclusive
Braids just won
Cardo got wings
What was that concept we were saying?
What was that concert earlier we were talkin' about?
Damn, that was, that was- (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Quentin Miller, TheCoolisMac]
Perfect timin', perfect timin', perfect timin'
FuelBand on, LED lights just might blind ya
Your bitch pullin' up on me, that's perfect timin'
I ain't finna wine and dine her, I ain't BeBe Winans
You see me shinin', you see how we grindin', grindin'
WDNG even when we fuck up we get it right back
Hit your bitch, she comin' right back
Hit your bitch, she comin' right back
I know you don't like that (Blunts on me)
He don't like that

[Verse 2: TheCoolisMac & Quentin Miller]
Yeah, I pulled up on baby, she said that my timin' was perfect, yeah
I'm makin' her cheat on a n***a, she said it was worth it
Born rich 1317, n***a, perfect, yeah
Perfect timin', get up in that Fendi, girl, perfect linin'
With the leather
I'm hot in this bitch like a Cosby sweater in the Summer
Yeah, perfect timin', bitch, yeah
Gimme yo number, Imma call you
Perfect timin', yo n***a just left and I'm pulling up, yeah
[Verse 3: Quentin Miller, TheCoolisMac]
Light up inside of my cup
Light up inside of my blunt
Nike my wrist and my shirt
I push my whip like a vert
And it’s only a moonroof, I'm going in as usual
Money keep comin' and going as usual
It's startin' to be something I'm used to
I get a kick out of getting on places that normally refuse you
To find out n***as as normal as you and me (Yeah)
Perfect timin'!

[Verse 4: TheCoolisMac]
Putting on daily 'cause I'm used to shinin' (Putting on!)
You ain't never reaching the top, get used to climbin' (Ha, yeah)
Broke n***as at my door tryna chime in (Whoo)
Hit that pussy in LA, perfect climate (Perfect time)
Teach her how to get it, I got plenty assignments
Fuel Band, got perfect timin' (Damn)
Pussy boy, we takin' that cash, no signin' (Taking that cash)
Like I'm on that bitch, I got that Pontiac (Whoo, whoo)
Capture the files, bring the dimes in (Bring the dimes in)
WDNG, bling like diamonds (Where are the bad bitches)
Crshrs Got Wings, so I guess we flyin' in (Yeah, we here)
I'm good at that, thought, n***a, ain't nobody got us in (Haha)
Time to perfect, bitch ass n***a and the cops are lurkin' (Woah)
If you make a dollar, I know someone who's servin' (Get it then)
Mac