Woo
Yea yea yea aye
Yea yea yea aye
Yea yea yea aye
Yea yea yea aye
I see both sides
Of the coast line
From the boat side
I got more hits then the Alabama O line
I never needed advance
Taking her shopping in France
Although I'm the Trojan man
I'm fucking shit up and you don't got an answer
Running my shit no, I don't need a planner
Advertising all my shit on a banner
Talking my shit no I don't got no manners
Keep getting bigger I'm feeling like banner
Ugh yea
I feel like I'm Santa
Got me a hoe in her name is Amanda
Asking for things that I'm not going grant her
Hitting my phone feeling like she's a spammer
BPM is like 130
Hit a boom and now I'm putting a birdie
Feel like James they be calling me worthy
All this cash and how is none of it dirty damn
Bout to Dash I'll be gone in a hurry
Shoot, my shot in it be wetter than curry
Got the cash and now I don't got to worry
Yea yea yea aye
Yea yea yea aye
Yea yea yea aye
Yea yea yea aye
