Coachella

That's right uh This is for all my festival freaks This is for my festival fleeks This is for all my festival freaks This is for my festival fleeks Drink water Have sex Smoke a lot of weed Drink water Have sex Smoke a lot of weed It's me! I'm channeling the matador And I'm sensing all your bullshit You must think I'm out of luck Pushing all my buttons, it don't do shit Get over yourself When I'm sober, I'm hell I hit the keys I'm talking drugs No Patti LaBelle Over deal, can you tell me [?] My money's so wavy, I'm rolling the bends My pockets' Coachella, about 50 bands About 50 bands My pockets' Coachella, my pockets' Coachella (about 50 bands!) I'ma go get her My pockets' Coachella, my pockets' Coachella I feel like the Pac hologram Brap brap brap brap! Not a damn thing could touch me Got your girl like the Fresh Prince episode Crying like why don't he want me, man why don't he want me? This ain't Uncle Phil though, we talking about some real dough This ain't the Screen Actors Guild no This the shit that we bleed and we sweat and we kill for I turn the introvert bitch to a sextrovert (she a superfreak) She's sending me pictures, please don't kill the messenger I'm talking bands more than festival regulars Festival freaks wearing turquoise and lavender, turquoise and lavender My money's so wavy, I'm rolling the bends My pockets' Coachella, about 50 bands About 50 bands My pockets' Coachella, my pockets' Coachella (about 50 bands!) I'ma go get her My pockets' Coachella, my pockets' Coachella