| 100 on the dank, mo and the drank |
| Bounce, rock, skate we can do this all day |
| 'Cause even if I have 5 mil in the bank |
| I’ma still put a 5 dolla bill in the tank |
| I know there’s a liquor store run somewhere in the mix |
| Roll the windows down some get some air in this bitch |
| I’m tryna bring the crip walk back with this new shit |
| Been a while since I wore the all navy blue fit |
| Like done produced it, |
| Is three alone got these hoes goin' stupid |
| I gotta go 'cause I got me a old school |
| Beatin' hard in the parking lot of the Whole Foods |
| Y’all niggas better recognize |
| Ain’t shit goin' up unless Divy inside |
| A bad bitch’ll make up for all the wack bitches |
| Separate the real ones from the averages |
| Rule number two, don’t trust no niggas |
| Especially 'round yo girl they all savages |
| Smoke cannabis, hell yea I hit |
| I left that pussy in bandages |
| 100 on the dank, mo and the drank |
| Bounce, rock, skate we can do this all day |
| 'Cause even if I have 5 mil in the bank |
| I’ma still put a 5 dolla bill in the tank |
| Baby stack yo yapers, stack yo cho |
| Stack it 'til that thang on swole |
| Broke or rich uh I don’t know |
| If you pitchin' in the party then we all gon' smoke |
| Listen ass, cash, gas baby |
| I ain’t turnin' down nothing but my |
| Mighta seen me in the bucket or a Jag maybe |
| Think the game stop for you, oh yo ass crazy |
| You tryna play me see |
| I don’t like to dream 'bout gettin' paid |
| Gotta be the California steez givin' niggas game |
| Brand new breeze on my sleeve I’ma situate |
| Hoes down Gs get ya green |
| Hell nah baby ain’t no fun 'less the Div on it |
| I put that ass and a 5 dolla bill on it |
| Cadillac in the super Coupe de Ville slowly |
| 405 watchin' niggas swoop and peel homie |
| 100 on the dank, mo and the drank |
| Bounce, rock, skate we can do this all day |
| 'Cause even if I have 5 mil in the bank |
| I’ma still put a 5 dolla bill in the tank |
| I’m a West coast rider, California rider |
| My niggas is the livest, you don’t want no problems |
| Just po' the Henn up |
| Shot a couple bucks to the homie pent up |
| Ayy keep ya chin up |
| Got two ounces in a baggy zipped up |
| And we backstage posted 'bout to smoke this shit up |
| Chucks and nigga fuck the law |
| Put a leash on yo bitch, nigga cuff yo broad |
| That’s a lease on ya whip why you flossin' dog? |
| Just copped a white tee at the Slauson mall |
| 'Bout to hit the studio so I called the squad |
| Gave birth to yo style you can call us gods |
| «Ayy Like how you do it all with ease?» |
| A lil yac and some sunflower seeds |
| What’s good |
| Westbound finna head to Westwood |
| And a nigga on ten like Westbrook |
| 100 on the dank, mo and the drank |
| Bounce, rock, skate we can do this all day |
| 'Cause even if I have 5 mil in the bank |
| I’ma still put a 5 dolla bill in the tank |
| That ain’t yo bitch |
| That ain’t yo ho |
| That ain’t yo whip |
| That ain’t yo home |
| We smokin' kush |
| That indica |
| Pay me my money |
| Then you can come |
| That’s not yo bitch |
| That ain’t yo ho |
| That ain’t yo whip |
| That ain’t yo home |
| We smokin' kush |
| And you can’t have none |