Pool full of money, I'ma dive in it I'm just trynna eat, no diet in it Get her wet, then I dive in it Pussy so good, I would die in it
All black widow maker And a trunk in the back like a Winnebago Wake up in the mornin' and I lie in it Turn around and I hit it like a lineman Do the Heisman, all up in your high man Sippin' on Tequilla sun rise with the lime in I'm gettin' high, but it's lowerin' my eye lids Still see you niggas, I don't know just what the hype is Say you run the game, look more like a stroller, troller What you gon' do, what you doin' Me and my dogs through the door like some doormats Stay inside your lane like bowling, you bogus I need my way, young Carlito This feelin' Al Pacino in Moschino And the marina my Emmy: Iggy Marino Look how we pass the reefer I just need a
Pool full of money, I'ma dive in it I'm just trynna eat, no diet in it Get her wet, then I dive in it Pussy so good, I would die in it
Okay, yeah, it's Kid Ink Aw yeah, aw yeah Aw yeah, aw yeah Aw yeah, aw yeah I see them lookin' through my side eye They just sittin' on the sideline I stand up and throw my sign at them Alumni I'ma die with them
Compositores: Brian Collins Jr (Kid Ink), Shane Lee Lindstrom (Murda Beatz Productions), Ozan Yildirim ECAD: Obra #16313300