Cruising, I been cruising in my drop top cruising I been
I been cruising down the streets in my drop top foreign
You call my line and it better be important
I been balling on these niggas I been shooting I been scoring
I see the future so I hopped in my DeLorean
And now I'm hopping in my new Ferrari, I ain't gon' tell her sorry
If he posted with a problem we gon' chalk him then we shoot the party
They got em' looking for his body in the ground and the ceiling too
You got a problem better solve it or you stick and move
And I'm protected by my million dollar mind I don't got to shoot
I got a friend or two to up a stick and point and shoot it
When they shooting at the floor you better bust it back or bust a move
You talk that hot shit out the mouth but nigga look at you
Now look at me, never had no problem adding zeros to my check
Now look at me, balling on these niggas for respect
I never f*cked with veggies know I keep them karats on my neck
On apeshit gon' bang shit I'm beating on my chest
My chest
I know I dress the best
Bitches think they hoeing me
No hearts for hoes in me
Singing out they favorite song they thought I'm part of Jodeci
But I been cruising down the streets with my drop top foreign
You call my line and it better be important
I been balling on these niggas I been shooting I been scoring
I see the future so I hopped in my DeLorean
And now I'm hopping in my new Ferrari, I ain't gon' tell her sorry
If he posted with a problem we gon' chalk him then we shoot the party
They got em' looking for his body in the ground and the ceiling too
You got a problem better solve it or you stick and move
And I'm protected by my million dollar mind I don't got to shoot
I got a friend or two to up a stick and point at you
Now they bussing and the ceiling coming down boy you better move
You talking hot up on the gram then boy you know the rules
Now it's me time
Smoke that tree time
Kick my feet up and relax up on the east side
Feeling like Lebron or maybe MJ on the heat prime
Get a bucket like it's internet from 3 lines
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Cruising, I been cruising in my drop top cruising I been
I been cruising down the streets in my drop top foreign
You call my line and it better be important
I been balling on these niggas I been shooting I been scoring
I see the future so I hopped in my DeLorean
And now I'm hopping in my new Ferrari, I ain't gon' tell her sorry
If he posted with a problem we gon' chalk him then we shoot the party
They got em' looking for his body in the ground and the ceiling too
You got a problem better solve it or you stick and move
And I'm protected by my million dollar mind I don't got to shoot
I got a friend or two to up a stick and point and shoot it
When they shooting at the floor you better bust it back or bust a move
You talk that hot shit out the mouth but nigga look at you
Now look at me, never had no problem adding zeros to my check
Now look at me, balling on these niggas for respect
I never f*cked with veggies know I keep them karats on my neck
On apeshit gon' bang shit I'm beating on my chest
My chest
I know I dress the best
Bitches think they hoeing me
No hearts for hoes in me
Singing out they favorite song they thought I'm part of Jodeci
But I been cruising down the streets with my drop top foreign
You call my line and it better be important
I been balling on these niggas I been shooting I been scoring
I see the future so I hopped in my DeLorean
And now I'm hopping in my new Ferrari, I ain't gon' tell her sorry
If he posted with a problem we gon' chalk him then we shoot the party
They got em' looking for his body in the ground and the ceiling too
You got a problem better solve it or you stick and move
And I'm protected by my million dollar mind I don't got to shoot
I got a friend or two to up a stick and point at you
Now they bussing and the ceiling coming down boy you better move
You talking hot up on the gram then boy you know the rules
Now it's me time
Smoke that tree time
Kick my feet up and relax up on the east side
Feeling like Lebron or maybe MJ on the heat prime
Get a bucket like it's internet from 3 lines
I been cruising down the streets in my drop top foreign
You call my line and it better be important
I been balling on these niggas I been shooting I been scoring
I see the future so I hopped in my DeLorean
And now I'm hopping in my new Ferrari, I ain't gon' tell her sorry
If he posted with a problem we gon' chalk him then we shoot the party
They got em' looking for his body in the ground and the ceiling too
You got a problem better solve it or you stick and move
And I'm protected by my million dollar mind I don't got to shoot
I got a friend or two to up a stick and point and shoot it
When they shooting at the floor you better bust it back or bust a move
You talk that hot shit out the mouth but nigga look at you
Now look at me, never had no problem adding zeros to my check
Now look at me, balling on these niggas for respect
I never f*cked with veggies know I keep them karats on my neck
On apeshit gon' bang shit I'm beating on my chest
My chest
I know I dress the best
Bitches think they hoeing me
No hearts for hoes in me
Singing out they favorite song they thought I'm part of Jodeci
But I been cruising down the streets with my drop top foreign
You call my line and it better be important
I been balling on these niggas I been shooting I been scoring
I see the future so I hopped in my DeLorean
And now I'm hopping in my new Ferrari, I ain't gon' tell her sorry
If he posted with a problem we gon' chalk him then we shoot the party
They got em' looking for his body in the ground and the ceiling too
You got a problem better solve it or you stick and move
And I'm protected by my million dollar mind I don't got to shoot
I got a friend or two to up a stick and point at you
Now they bussing and the ceiling coming down boy you better move
You talking hot up on the gram then boy you know the rules
Now it's me time
Smoke that tree time
Kick my feet up and relax up on the east side
Feeling like Lebron or maybe MJ on the heat prime
Get a bucket like it's internet from 3 lines
Writer: Brandon Grant
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