[Verse 1:]
Uh, let Jesus take the wheel of the Phantom, baby!
Close my eyes, wake up, I'm in Atlanta, baby
Who put the magic in Magic City? Lees did!
Who popping Magnum bottles with Diddy? Meek yea!
Tell 'em where the beast is, tell 'em where the beach is
Leaning back on my beach chair, yeah
I'm something like a leap year
N*ggas don't see me that often in this Rari
But n*gga, we're here!
Foreign baby, just like I got a charamon in this back wood
Let it burn, baby! (We make n*ggas so emotional)
I gotta pull out that hundred foot yacht and poke it with a hose
We in the Poconos, stroking hoes til they open those leggings
Niggas ain't begging, we're getting all the dough
Money over b*tches, till I'm f*cking Oprah
So, back away from my Phantom, so I can open the door
[Hook:]
Marble floors, Lamborghini doors,
Oh Lord
Oh Lord
Oh Lord!
Leanin out the window on the West Side, that side, West Side
Smoking green you ain't never seen!
(Can I hit that?)
[Verse 2:]
Just hold it fine baby
Take a puff out it
Damn, run and tell Puff bout it
Compton get on masterpiece sh*t, we bout it bout it
Up in Greenstone, too f*cking crowded
Unless it's supper club after s*ck my blood
Say my n*gga Nick in that b*tch, what's up with cause?
F*ck a cop, blood, got guns it's on the up enough
F*ck with blood, cause got hundred n*ggas just rolling up
Still soowoo, gotta give it to my n*ggas, man
My n*gga Skee, my n*gga Wayne
My n*gga Joe Moses got the hoes opened
My n*gga YG winning, I kept the door opened
Can't forget about my n*gga top dog
Put Kendrick on a pedestal where thou shall not fall
One love to my lil n*gga Problem
Got LA turned up, like what, got him
[Hook:]
Marble floors, Lamborghini doors,
Oh Lord
Oh Lord
Oh Lord!
Leanin out the window on the West Side, that side, West Side
Smoking green you ain't never seen!
(Can I hit that?)
[Outro:]
You smoking sherm baby
N*gga, what a f*ck? I'm from the Valley
We don't smoke sherm
I don't know what ya'll doing in Compton
But in the eight one eight we put weed in weed
N*gga, you tripping!
I'm just f*cking with you, I wouldn't lace you away
Oh!
F*ck it then, let's smoke
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