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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