Mezmorized lyrics

[Intro]
It's young Khalifa man
Paper Plane Gang
5-0-1 young
Ay, shout out to my brother Spitta, man
I just wanted to say that, yeah
And your b*tch could see this sh*t from across the street, n*gga
It's pimpin' over here
Macaroni
Ta-Ha!
Kush and Orange Juice, n*gga
What up Chevy
Jerm I see you
Cardo On The Beat

[Verse 1]
Uh, I don't love 'em
I don't chase 'em, I duck 'em
Smoke somethin'
Go to a new state soon as I f*ck 'em
n*ggas be pressed for pus*y
It ain't nothing
Instead of worrying about who that b*tch f*ckin'
Why don't you get you some money?
9 times out of 10, she see me stuntin'
Game running
Wanna know my hotel
And who phone to ring when she coming
I keep it a hundred
Get love from the hoes, but it's
Money over b*tches
Nothing above it
Like the weed loud
Like my engine when I speed up
b*tches holding they weave
Rolling trees
With they pretty feets up
Them suckas often imitate
But they can't be us
So super high
Look in the sky when you wanna see me bruh
Cut my speakers up
Drowning out what the critics say, just
Continue to smoke and remain G as f*ck
Polo socks match my Polo hat
She leave once, it's a known fact
That she ain't coming back
Now Taylor Gang that
[Hook]
And ain't sh*t change
But the amount of horses in my motor
When I switch lanes
And I beat 'em blinding
With them diamonds in my big chain
Heavy in the game, little homie
I'm doing big things
And them b*tches, they mesmerized
They recognize
I keep it so G (I keep it so G)
Get you some money, f*ckin' with me (f*ckin' with me)

[Verse 2]
I don't love 'em
I don't chase 'em, I duck 'em
Try to get paper
How the f*cker don't know sh*t about her
I take you up where it's cloudy
Ain't one them lames still rockin' Prada
I go to Louie and blow a couple thousand
One of my baddest b*tches
Rollin' up while I'm driving
And she don't even smoke
Just hit it once while she light it
My game tight, seal and sign it
Them n*ggas just playing
Ain't really ballin'
Saying they being honest
Claiming that's your wife
But we can't call it
She all in my hotel suite
At 3 in the morning
Taking her clothes off
Inhaling weed and coughing
Ain't her first time chiefing
But say she don't do this often
Since I was 16
I had all the intentions to keep it G
Take n*ggas hoes
And smoke hella trees with 'em
As for your team
You n*ggas in the stands, you just lookin'
I'm a pro to these rookies
And the plan is still paper over... pus*y
[Hook]
And ain't sh*t change
But the amount of horses in my motor
When I switch lanes
And I beat 'em blinding
With them diamonds in my big chain
Heavy in the game, little homie
I'm doing big things
And them b*tches they mesmerized
They recognize
I keep it so G (I keep it so G)
Get you some money, f*ckin' with me (f*ckin' with me)

[Outro]
Yeah n*gga, this sh*t just don't sound cool
This what we go to sleep to, wake up to
Kush and Orange Juice n*gga
Got your b*tch cooking them cheese eggs too
Got paper in my pocket
Taylor Gang what's up?
See y'all n*ggas man
We done f*cked over 'em this year, it's a wrap
Hahahaha, yeah
We don't want no more sucker sh*t, ever