Lewis & Clark
Watch the money grow, I am on another level
I'ma fly off like I'm on a space shuttle
How I ride the bike and I don't even got a pedal
And the bitch talkin' bout her ADD, you ain't special
Ayy, hit a home run, hit the ball out the park
You gon' see me wake up after dark
Ayy, she kinda cute, do you feel them sparks
Hey me and Yung Grady like Lewis and Clark
Back woods in the Jeep I'm smoking opps out with my 223
We is on top of the world, who you wish you'd be
I'll be on top of your shit, just give me a week
Go hit up The Chillist when you need a plug for shrooms and weed
I've been up late nights, can't go sleep on LSD
If you wanna spend time with me, you gon' have to pay a fee
When we hangin' out, she talkin' bout some shit like you and me
I told her, listen, I'm just here to fuck, there'll never be a we
And I'm ballin' on the court, I get a triple-double
Then I pull up on 'em, pop his ass like that boy a bubble
And I call the place and they gon' hop up in the huddle
I am here to fuck so you know that we can never cuddle
It's us against the world, yeah, that shit feel like it's Royal Rumble
I'ma throw a dime, you get the bag, then you fuckin' fumble
I'ma buy a new pair if the kicks are creased
Yeah, I blessed the fuckin' beat like I fuckin' sneezed
If she pull up on me, yeah, she get it on her knees
Yeah, we ridin' on the boat and we feel the breeze
Yeah, we eatin' chicken tenders up at Applebee's
Yeah, we hit a lick if they slide, yeah, they after me
Yeah, I always had a plan
Yeah, I'm Mr. make it happen, blow up like Iran
I'ma do it for the city, I'll just do it cause I can
If she pull up and she fuckin', then I'm guessin' she a fan
I said to pull up with that drink, you bringing nyquil
You saw me beat your homie ass, why you wanna fight still
I really fuckin' made it, yeah, I'm feelin' like I'm Mike Will
Cookin' in the lab, I am a doctor, feelin' like Phil
Feelin' like a boss, yeah, you walk to five below and then you walk to Ross
I ain't gotta say too much cause my money talks
I hit my money dance, then I hit my money walk
I'ma fly off like I'm on a space shuttle
How I ride the bike and I don't even got a pedal
And the bitch talkin' bout her ADD, you ain't special
Ayy, hit a home run, hit the ball out the park
You gon' see me wake up after dark
Ayy, she kinda cute, do you feel them sparks
Hey me and Yung Grady like Lewis and Clark
Back woods in the Jeep I'm smoking opps out with my 223
We is on top of the world, who you wish you'd be
I'll be on top of your shit, just give me a week
Go hit up The Chillist when you need a plug for shrooms and weed
I've been up late nights, can't go sleep on LSD
If you wanna spend time with me, you gon' have to pay a fee
When we hangin' out, she talkin' bout some shit like you and me
I told her, listen, I'm just here to fuck, there'll never be a we
And I'm ballin' on the court, I get a triple-double
Then I pull up on 'em, pop his ass like that boy a bubble
And I call the place and they gon' hop up in the huddle
I am here to fuck so you know that we can never cuddle
It's us against the world, yeah, that shit feel like it's Royal Rumble
I'ma throw a dime, you get the bag, then you fuckin' fumble
I'ma buy a new pair if the kicks are creased
Yeah, I blessed the fuckin' beat like I fuckin' sneezed
If she pull up on me, yeah, she get it on her knees
Yeah, we ridin' on the boat and we feel the breeze
Yeah, we eatin' chicken tenders up at Applebee's
Yeah, we hit a lick if they slide, yeah, they after me
Yeah, I always had a plan
Yeah, I'm Mr. make it happen, blow up like Iran
I'ma do it for the city, I'll just do it cause I can
If she pull up and she fuckin', then I'm guessin' she a fan
I said to pull up with that drink, you bringing nyquil
You saw me beat your homie ass, why you wanna fight still
I really fuckin' made it, yeah, I'm feelin' like I'm Mike Will
Cookin' in the lab, I am a doctor, feelin' like Phil
Feelin' like a boss, yeah, you walk to five below and then you walk to Ross
I ain't gotta say too much cause my money talks
I hit my money dance, then I hit my money walk
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Writer(s): Cole Myer
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