| That mucho mango you bought it | 
| I told you thank you | 
| I sip Arizona’s while drafting this in my corner I’m | 
| Now what’s your lingo? | 
| Can you tell me where its coming from | 
| Girl I cannot stay for long | 
| Tell me what you really want | 
| She say what’s the reason, reason I even be making songs | 
| Always stay one hunnid | 
| Just so happen this a summer jawn | 
| On it every morning til' the motherfuckin' break of dawn | 
| Tell her please no make up | 
| Don’t know why you even put it on | 
| Girl why you even put it on? | 
| Cause you ain’t with nobody but me | 
| Girl why you even put it on? | 
| Maybe cause she think that I’m a | 
| Baller, shot caller | 
| Twenty-inch blades on the Impala | 
| Call her, gettin' laid tonight | 
| Swisha rolled tight got sprayed by Ike | 
| I hit the | 
| Baller, shot caller | 
| Twenty-inch blades on the Impala | 
| Call her, gettin' laid tonight | 
| Swisha rolled tight got sprayed by Ike | 
| I hit the | 
| This that blues they didn’t want | 
| We bumpin', doom and, rollin blunts | 
| Across the world you know what’s up | 
| I throw it up in every picture | 
| Of that tea that momma brewing | 
| Probably cop some Patrick Ewing’s | 
| I know damn well | 
| What I’m doing | 
| What you didn’t | 
| Where you failed | 
| Arizona out the bottle told her only Mango | 
| All of sudden, now you single | 
| I’m like, where your man go? | 
| Do not think that I’m a baller | 
| I’ll be quick to play broke | 
| Comin', Comin' outta nowhere | 
| IshDARR on a hoe | 
| Girl why you even put it on? | 
| Cause you ain’t with nobody but me | 
| Girl why you even put it on? | 
| Maybe cause she think that I’m a | 
| Baller, shot caller | 
| Twenty-inch blades on the Impala | 
| Call her, gettin' laid tonight | 
| Swisha rolled tight got sprayed by Ike | 
| I hit the | 
| Baller, shot caller | 
| Twenty-inch blades on the Impala | 
| Call her, gettin' laid tonight | 
| Swisha rolled tight got sprayed by Ike | 
| I hit the | 
| Baller, shot caller | 
| Twenty-inch blades on the Impala | 
| Call her, gettin' laid tonight | 
| Swisha rolled tight got sprayed by Ike | 
| I hit the |