Lyrics
What?
I know that she a goer, Put her in Mowalola
I'm the grower and the shower
Take you to Barcelona, Roll you a joint, good morning
No keys, so how the car keep starting?
Grown-man nigga in the boys' department
Flight at 11 p.m., do yoga before it depart
Same energy at the end as the start
And I'm a player, baby girl, you could never get my heart
Top of the mountain so far, I send a black car
You seeing horses and shit
I took the AP back and put more diamonds in it
I spin the wheel with the chat and get all kind of lifted
I move at jet speed
So high she don't come down 'til next week
She on my next stream
Hit the bong with another girl, now she your bestie
She just text me
She like, "I just got off work early, let's meet"
I'm like, "Yes, please"
Hit the bong with a girl, now she your bestie
All the pretty girls wanna let me
Take 'em home and ride the wave like a jet-ski
Ain't nobody ever treat you like this, just me
She came over, hit the bong with her bestie
Now you're best friends (Best friends)
Both pulled up
Now you're best friends (Best friends)
Both pulled up
Now you're best friends (Best friends)
Both pulled up
Now you're best friends (Best friends)
Both pulled up
You ain't even know how to
Get to the addy, but you came
Rolls-Royces, lowriders
Ferraris getting washed in the rain
I could put some diamonds in the chain
But I'd rather get some cameras and some mics for my stream
Money coming in, bong time again
Say you never met, but now you friends
You don't smoke too much, every now and then
Got a pound to give
You seeing horses, start to wonder which house I live
Or which couch to sit
How much money I get, the amount is big
Know the weed strong, know the 'fit Chrome
You chilling alone, she hitting the bong
Say my closet's like a store when she in the mall
Fell asleep, wake up in the morning like nothing's wrong
I move at jet speed
So high she don't come down 'til next week
She on my next stream
Hit the bong with another girl, now she your bestie
She just text me
She like, "I just got off work early, let's meet"
I'm like, "Yes, please"
Hit the bong with a girl, now she your bestie
All the pretty girls wanna let me
Take 'em home and ride the wave like a jet-ski
Ain't nobody ever treat you like this, just me
She came over, hit the bong with her bestie
Now you're best friends (Best friends)
Both pulled up
Now you're best friends (Best friends)
Both pulled up
Now you're best friends (Best friends)
Both pulled up
Now you're best friends (Best friends)
Both pulled up