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[Intro: Cook LaFlare]
Mars
Yeah
Yeah
Ooh
Yeah

[Chorus: Cook LaFlare]
Let's go to Mars, I finesse like Bruno Mars
Ayy, we be ridin' Lams like bumper cars
I'm a nice guy, that revolver in the cookie jar
Love me in a special way like I'm Chico DeBarge
The blues on my head like Marge, I bet my soldiers march
I ate that pussy in my new Wraith and now she seein' stars
Pourin' Tech, not pourin' Par, everything you do subpar
Me and my niggas been juggin' for a while, hundreds old like dinosaurs

[Verse 1: Cook LaFlare]
Glasses up, toast to eliminatin' like all my threats
Classes up, toast to the perfect bitch, I ain't met her yet
She done stayed true for a lil' while, you don't respect her yet
Me and my crew, we not stoppin' 'til we catchin' them jets
Pourin' on Dew, say if I'm feelin' turned up, might fuck her more wet
Wanna know somethin' 'bout a nigga, grab his bitch 'cause that's where all secrets kept
I got more money, got more problems, got more pride
I got more snakes tryna attack a nigga from the outside
I got more snakes on Gucci collar, this ain't coconut
We not showin' no love, tryna replace your plug
These fuck niggas might try but they can't fake real love
I done turned to the plug, 'cause I was raised by thugs

[Chorus: Cook LaFlare]
Let's go to Mars, I finesse like Bruno Mars
Ayy, we be ridin' Lams like bumper cars
I'm a nice guy, that revolver in the cookie jar
Love me in a special way like I'm Chico DeBarge
The blues on my head like Marge, I bet my soldiers march
I ate that pussy in my new Wraith and now she seein' stars
Pourin' Tech, not pourin' Par, everything you do subpar
Me and my niggas been juggin' for a while, hundreds old like dinosaurs

[Verse 2: AR FITEEN]
I'm so up right now, I'm on another planet
You can't just ask for this shit, you gotta demand it
I done had bricks with the Rolex crown stampin'
Prayin' I don't get pulled over in a transit
Uh, tell Smokey go get the drugs
Pour some more lean in my cup
Pop two Percs, one not enough
Ain't no niggas raw as us
Ain't no dope that I don't cut
Ain't no bitch I wanna cuff
I can't be no officer

[Chorus: Cook LaFlare]
Let's go to Mars, I finesse like Bruno Mars
Ayy, we be ridin' Lams like bumper cars
I'm a nice guy, that revolver in the cookie jar
Love me in a special way like I'm Chico DeBarge
The blues on my head like Marge, I bet my soldiers march
I ate that pussy in my new Wraith and now she seein' stars
Pourin' Tech, not pourin' Par, everything you do subpar
Me and my niggas been juggin' for a while, hundreds old like dinosaurs