V1

Knock Knock Cudi open up this chip

Gotta Kush packed shells

And some Henny we can sip

Keep a couple dollaz on

Give a penny to a bitch

But I'm with a couple hoes

Who said they really wanna get

Aquainted with some niggas

Who aint the average niggaz

They just wanna see

Why all they girlfriends be wanting pictures

I be Flyer then a 100 nats

Worth a hundred hundred stacks

I aint gonna stop shop until I hit 100 sacks

Polo that's some pimpin

I aint even gotta mention

Candy old school put yu niggaz in detention

Slap niggaz geeked up tool in the clothes

I'm just a young fresh fly fool with some gold

CHORUS

Ay ay, what it do my dude

I'm livin life dawg what about you

And I aint even gotta tell a lie

My swag, my steez gatta nigga sky high

So I'm, watchin my moves

From the shoes on the cool beat

Damned if a nigga aint high to the roof

Pimp tight get it right homey more or less

Gotta thank god I'm fresh



V2

Oh I rearrange faces when I drop,

I'm super duper Cudi,

Candy paint the rag top

Can't nobody even tell I'm sippin when I lean

They gimme to my fans,

I'm country till decease

Pleaseee,

I stay up on my creep so to come up

Gotta look the part superstar, no stunnas

Imma say shit that make you think I lost my mind

I'm the only nigga that could watch the sun and don't go blind

She fine as she wannabe

But she wanna check though

Dodging and popping pictures,

Like the hoes was working with the law

Back and shaker pictures, tryna play me to the left

Now I pick the hoes that I want,

And give my niggas what is left

I don't kno if it's the name or the bake on bottoms

Keep a ? Bible

Once You can't knock em

Use to have the honda with the 30 day tags

That was in the past

NOW I'm fellin to throw em on the JAG



CHORUS

Ay ay, what it do my dude

I'm livin life dawg what about you

And I aint even gatta tell a lie

My swag, my steez gotta nigga sky high

So I'm, watchin my moves

From the shoes on the cool beat

Damned if a nigga aint high to the roof

Pimp tight get it right homey more or less

Gotta thank god I'm fresh V1

Knock Knock Cudi open up this chip
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Gotta Kush packed shells

And some Henny we can sip

Keep a couple dollaz on

Give a penny to a bitch

But I'm with a couple hoes

Who said they really wanna get

Aquainted with some niggas

Who aint the average niggaz

They just wanna see

Why all they girlfriends be wanting pictures

I be Flyer then a 100 nats

Worth a hundred hundred stacks

I aint gonna stop shop until I hit 100 sacks

Polo that's some pimpin

I aint even gotta mention

Candy old school put yu niggaz in detention

Slap niggaz geeked up tool in the clothes

I'm just a young fresh fly fool with some gold

CHORUS

Ay ay, what it do my dude

I'm livin life dawg what about you

And I aint even gotta tell a lie

My swag, my steez gatta nigga sky high

So I'm, watchin my moves

From the shoes on the cool beat

Damned if a nigga aint high to the roof

Pimp tight get it right homey more or less

Gotta thank god I'm fresh



V2

Oh I rearrange faces when I drop,

I'm super duper Cudi,

Candy paint the rag top

Can't nobody even tell I'm sippin when I lean

They gimme to my fans,

I'm country till decease

Pleaseee,

I stay up on my creep so to come up

Gotta look the part superstar, no stunnas

Imma say shit that make you think I lost my mind

I'm the only nigga that could watch the sun and don't go blind

She fine as she wannabe

But she wanna check though

Dodging and popping pictures,

Like the hoes was working with the law

Back and shaker pictures, tryna play me to the left

Now I pick the hoes that I want,

And give my niggas what is left

I don't kno if it's the name or the bake on bottoms

Keep a ? Bible

Once You can't knock em

Use to have the honda with the 30 day tags

That was in the past

NOW I'm fellin to throw em on the JAG



CHORUS

Ay ay, what it do my dude

I'm livin life dawg what about you

And I aint even gatta tell a lie

My swag, my steez gotta nigga sky high

So I'm, watchin my moves

From the shoes on the cool beat

Damned if a nigga aint high to the roof

Pimp tight get it right homey more or less

Gotta thank god I'm fresh

Thanks to dattkiddjosh187 for correcting these lyrics

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