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[Intro] Oh Lord, Jetson made another one! [Chorus] Met a girl from the tropics, she my bae bae bae bae We gon' pull up to the party yeah, rollin' my weed Feelin' good, I can't stop it, gotta get to this cake On my mind all the time, we cannot separate Hold up, woah, I got attached to the bag I can't let go I learned my lesson fuckin' 'round with these hoes Ran that bag up and now I need some more, I need some more Yeah [Verse] Bitch, I'm the shit niggas can't fuck with me I think that they mad 'cause their bitches fuck with me Hit it from the back she can feel it in her kidney Treat her like a slut I don't care if she pretty They got me like woah, hold up, I said, "Bitch close the door" Turn the lights off and give me more When you see moving fast it was slow Money coming in, now I'm always on the go To check us, you gotta get your check up All my diamonds water, I've been drowning from my neck up Engine full of horses you can hear it when I back up I got model bitches all up on me like an actor (Hold up) [Chorus] Met a girl from the tropics, she my bae bae bae bae We gon' pull up to the party yeah, rollin' my weed Feelin' good, I can't stop it, gotta get to this cake On my mind all the time, we cannot separate Hold up, woah, I got attached to the bag I can't let go I learned my lesson fuckin' 'round with these hoes Ran that bag up and now I need some more, I need some more Yeah