Leaving the Dock lyrics

[Verse 1]
They shipping that Lam to the crib while I'm on tour
When I get off of this bus it's gon' be pedal to the floor
'Fore a n*gga even step foot through the door it's gon' be laps in that ho
Dolo - fool I ain't got time for no b*tches
But I do got a Rolex where my long sleeves ending
A house on my wrist, a car on each pinky
I got all of this from laughing at them lames
While I'm rolling up my sticky, lightning struck again
Jet Lifers, n*ggas always rewriting history
Fools hear our verses and rewrite that sh*t they scribbling
b*tches see my b*tches and consider trying women
I pulled up drunk, talking sh*t in the lobby of my building
Push the button and the elevator took it straight to the ceiling
Doors open in the living room, that's penthouse pimping
Yea girl I did it, I'd advise you to play your position
'Fore you see another ho in your jersey tryna score 30
Ya heard me, a n*gga been focused since I said hi to 'er
We higher than the Eiffel
You suckas is like food. Fool, who designed you?
n*gga I was built to make sure this sucka sh*t get kilt
Homie I'm a whale, big muf*ckin' fish
Of course you gon' see a ocean where I live
Of course if I rolled it, it's top shelf hemp
Of course she got them Jordans on tryna impress him
Titties out when I fall in, bring the whole city out
I did it for Slim