Fly done changed
All in the mall, I ain't got no brain
Doin' shit together we can't do again
Brooklyn with the combo, I'll put in pain

Oh, I'm back for another one
Oh, you like the way I wind it
Oh, I hate it when we distant

Oh, I want a Michael, I don't do Jermaines
Prince with the hundreds, yeah, purple rain
Roll me up a Backwood, I can't do no planes
When I take a sip, I swear I know myself
I can teach your ass the combo, don't tell nobody else (straight up)

Wrist, wrist, mix up the hooch
Mix up the hooch
No, it's not Goose, it's the hooch
Mix up the hooch, ooh yeah
Wrist, wrist, mix up the hooch
Mix up the hooch
No, it's not Goose, it's the hooch
Mix up the hooch, ooh yeah

Clark Gable
Ain't no actin', leave your feelings at the crap table
In the party, I got jiggas in my Winnebago
Only horses, don't do Porsches cause they're never stable
Pop two tens, that's a twenty, we just started
Damn I'm sorry if I end up crashin' in garages

Yeah, you think you run your city but you barely joggin'
Yeah, you think I'm draggin' on you but I barely started
Might just cop the 'parment, put it in apartment, yeah
Biggie Poppa way I hit my baby, baby, yeah
Lil Wayne on the bracelets for a Cartier, yeah
V. Live or V. Live I cannot choose
If I tell you the combo can I trust you?
Ooh yeah
Ooh yeah