$teeze

[Verse 1: $ir Cartier]

Soft white powder, clam chowder with your bitch

Snortin' up that line, she tryin' to ease up her mind

Two door on that black coupe, no gold, black jewels

Fuck you and yo attitude, I do what I got to

Man the pot ain't free stupid

Knots in my jeans, caviar and ice cream

It seems that I like these nice things

So I'm out here for that green

Peakin' through the sunroof, mesmerized on the clouds

I wish to be on that level, so I picked up that loud

Let yo chick roll the blunt

She made me proud, applause

I'm tryin' to get up in them draws

Better yet, I'm tryin' to get up in them jaws

So stop poppin' your jaws, and park the car

[Bridge: $ir Cartier]

Cartier with the dollar bill

Rain, club (Yeah, yeah)

Trying to get all the bitches

All the bitches, all the bitches

[Verse 2: $ir Cartier]

Check my steeze bitch please

I got cheese

My whole team ill

Real Dope, we blow by Os

Real cutthroat

Fuck a ho, we 'bout that dough

Skate racks, break club flow go on her jean jack'

You and your crew wack

Every pack, you want that

Cash first that's so I got that gold on deck

Nice coupe, bad chick in the front holding the pooch

White man wealth, I'm sitting tall like I hoop

Mad cheese, mad steeze, dopeness in my tissue

Money ain't the issue

I thought you niggas been knew

That I was under the influence

Nigga, I am true to this

You lame niggas got me all bent

Y'all new to this

Talk about this money we involved in

Blow that Jane then we vent nigga