Lately

[Verse 1]
I ain't really ask for much
Just a girl with a passion for smashing rough
And maybe I’ll take a flash, a Dutch
Aston Martins, mansions and cash out the ass and such
I ain't really got a plan for much
But I got a war room where I map the Ws
I'm alpha, bet if I ain’t had no buzz
I'd still be that fly when I grab my nuts
Nah, I ain't comfortable with average
Tell the plug only green from the magic shrub
Smell the bud, holy Jesus, immaculate
I'm a sucker for reefer and trashy fucks, ugh
Talking face down, asshole up
Talking high out my mind off a massive blunt
If you aligned with the ride, better fasten up
Because MAD making moves for the astral, what

[Hook]
Lately, I been feeling like that nigga
Like that guy
And lately, I been so high
I think that I might fly
Lost in the sky
So maybe, just maybе
Pay me my money
I think it's time

[Verse 2]
I ain't rеally need all that
Just a line to the plug where the weed all at
Go and grind all the bud, LBs all wrapped
In my prime, you my son when the heat on back, ugh
No cap, that is beyond facts
I want stacks to the roof till I be all trapped
I want ass to the moon, I want me on that
Oh, she wanna chop shop? Throw the D on that
Ain't nobody fucking with a peon chap
Be gone, Jack, they all want me on wax
Make a track crackle pop when it's me, oh snap
Go back to your little mall kiosk trap
Cold-blooded, sipping freon drafts
Sap for wax, got the tree on tap
Fresh green, you can tee off that
Rap till I’m kicked back with my feet on plaques, ugh

[Hook]
Lately, I been feeling like that nigga
Like that guy
And lately, I been so high
I think that I might fly
Lost in the sky
So maybe, just maybe
Pay me my money
I think it’s time