Told my bytch to find us a bytch we can fukk on together tomorrow
fukkin' my wrist up, fukkin' a brick up, yeah, go'n and hop on a charter
I go to sprintin', I go to take off for cash, yeah, I'm not a jogger
I went to Neptune, I went to Mars, yeah, streets get hotter than lava
'Cause I'm in that mode, everything on go, I got a deal with my goggles
Suicide doors, oh, reachin' my goals, thankin' my heavenly father
I'm on my grind, ain't no slowin' down, I done put up the bottle
I'm on that pretty boy shyt, yeah, I'ma just stick to the models