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I got that goose in the booth, no dash
Quarter tank, 2am, puff puff pass
Big body Benz no gas, swag
So when the party ends Imma call a few cabs

Sipping that goose, smoking that ooh lalala
Girls just wanna have fun, party like one nanana
Spend my funds, show Tibz love, Tubz, Boyzn Bucks
Please don’t kill my vibe, no Bambinos in my ride
Hot sixteen no pedophile
Guess I’m just acting my age
Niggas practicing hate
Went from 5 clippa to 25 steena a day
Sip champagne, when you order you should parlez vous francais
Then we can take this back to my place, so what you say?

I got that goose in the booth, no dash
Quarter tank, 2am, puff puff pass
Big body Benz no gas, swag
So when the party ends Imma call a few cabs
I got a fist full of Madibas in my hand
Catch me on the highway rolling with my gang
Khuli Chana pop your collar, phuz’utshwala man
Thank God it’s Friday, here we go again

I be like uh oh, I’m so gone
So faded, I’m so blown
Like how the hell did I get here and how the hell am I getting home?
I don’t care bring more kush
I don’t care bring more domes
Keep popping that pussy for me, its bottom line stone cold
I go hard in the bank, fuck what you heard this my city
My eyes low, blowing dank ‘cause only the realest ride with me
Mandela money, gotta power me and a bunch of bad bitches that go wild for me
‘Cause I’m killing all of these bars bitch, now somebody order another round for me

I got that goose in the booth, no dash
Quarter tank, 2am, puff puff pass
Big body Benz no gas, swag
So when the party ends Imma call a few cabs
I got a fist full of Madibas in my hand
Catch me on the highway rolling with my gang
Khuli Chana pop your collar, phuz’utshwala man
Thank God it’s Friday, here we go again

I got Givenchy on my back, your mami on my lap
My bottom row? That’s solid gold, Diwali on my neck
Egoli hoes chase phony bros, for Patek Philippe and Rolex
But that’s how it goes, another episode, when I’m riding ‘round in this Benz
My haters is quiet, my ganja so loud
They call me hip hop messiah flyer than your pantsula, woah
I’m drinking and driving thinking ‘bout money and power
Smoking that sticky, my eyes as chinky as Shinji Kagawa

I got that goose in the booth, no dash
Quarter tank, 2am, puff puff pass
Big body Benz no gas, swag
So when the party ends Imma call a few cabs
I got a fist full of Madibas in my hand
Catch me on the highway rolling with my gang
Khuli Chana pop your collar, phuz’utshwala man
Thank God it’s Friday, here we go again