Seventeen thirty eight

I'm like "hey, what's up, hello" Seen yo pretty ass soon as you came in that door

I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll Married to the money, introduced her to my stove

Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low

Everybody hating, we just call them fans though In love with the money, I ain't never letting go

And I get high with my baby I just left the mall, I'm getting fly with my baby, yeah

And I can ride with my baby I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby

If you checking out my pockets hol' up

And I can ride with my baby I be in the kitchen cooking pies with my baby, yeah

I'm like "hey, what's up, hello" Seen yo pretty ass soon as you came in that door

I just wanna chill, got a sack for us to roll Married to the money, introduced her to my stove

Showed her how to whip it, now she remixin' for low