Lyrics Riley Reid - Drowzy , Miles Canady , Josh Willey
Since
Miami,
I've
been
all
about
my
commas
I
count
fast,
but
not
fast
as
my
money
counter
My
neighbor
was
mad,
was
doing
what
I
wanna
They
should
bow
down
in
my
honor
And
through
the
drama,
I
came
way
farther
I
just
went
home,
then
came
back
and
went
harder
Back
then,
stayed
isolated,
but
now
I'm
beyond
'em
Your
gas
on
E,
man
(Miles
cookin'
up
the
beat,
bitch!)
They
in
the
spot
just
eyeing
me
(Yeah!
Yeah!)
Couple
of
Topangas
and
some
Riley
Reids
(Topangas
and
some-)
Riding,
tell
the
chauffeur
I
need
higher
speeds
(Skrt,
skrt,
skrt!)
They
all
tryna
hop
in,
shit,
that's
fine
with
me
(Shit,
that's
fine
with
me!)
They
in
the
spot
just
eyeing
me
Couple
of
Topangas
and
some
Riley
Reids
Riding,
tell
the
chauffeur
I
need
higher
speeds
They
was
all
tryna
hop
in,
shit,
that's
fine
with
me,
yeah
And
they
all
say
"nigga"
more
than
me
Phone
all
in
my
face,
Instagram
like
she
recording
scenes
One
of
'em
assuming
i'ma
help
her
out
with
pouring
lean
Other
one
is
tweakin',
asking
why
she's
seeing
four
of
me
I
ain't
even
wanna
come
through
But
my
nigga
said
this
only
happens
every
blood
moon
Now
we
on
the
ride
home
from
the
club
like
"what
you
wan'
do?"
3 in
the
backseat,
and
ain't
a
thing
that
they
won't
do
Oh,
she
a
freak
freak,
she
getting
off
to
my
song
on
repeat
Easy,
she
gon'
bust
it
open
for
a
retweet
It's
likely,
I
could
classify
her
as
a
Riley
'Cause
she
just
won't
shut
up
about
BBC
Saying
wild
shit,
like
she
want
it
from
the
back
Then
how
after
me,
she
want
the
squad
to
attack
Asking
if
we
gangbang,
bitch
this
ain't
Blacked
Get
your
friend,
cause
clearly
she
don't
know
how
to
act
I
just
wanna
go
home
They
in
the
spot
just
eyeing
me
(Yeah!
Yeah!)
Couple
of
Topangas
and
some
Riley
Reids
(Topangas
and
some-)
Riding,
tell
the
chauffeur
I
need
higher
speeds
(Skrt,
skrt,
skrt!)
They
all
tryna
hop
in,
shit,
that's
fine
with
me
(Shit,
that's
fine
with
me!)
They
in
the
spot
just
eyeing
me
Couple
of
Topangas
and
some
Riley
Reids
Riding,
tell
the
chauffeur
I
need
higher
speeds
They
was
all
tryna
hop
in,
shit,
that's
fine
with
me,
yeah
Lil
shorty
come
and
shake
that
ass
like
a
pornstar
This
the
first
time
that
she
ever
been
in
foreign
cars
She
just
tryna
smoke
my
weed,
she
just
wanna
go
to
Mars
Yeah
we
all
up
in
the
club,
she
belong
up
on
the
stars
Bitch,
you
need
to
fuck
the
game,
hoe,
you
better
play
your
part
Ass
so
fat,
shit
look
like
a
work
of
art
These
hoes
ain't
even
smart,
I
bend
her
over
Come
inside,
do
what
I
gotta
do,
then
I
break
her
heart
I'm
the
fuckin'
man,
yeah,
I
always
had
a
plan
I
ain't
even
pop
a
xan,
I
got
a
band
up
in
my
hand
Yeah,
she
start
kissing
me,
she
start
to
tell
me
she
a
fan
I
told
baby
come
over
here,
lemme
do
it
for
the
'gram
Yeah,
she
know
that
i'ma
kill
it,
Henny
in
my
cup
I
don't
think
she
even
feel
it,
she
know
that
I'm
the
realest
Ain't
nobody
realer,
bad
chocolate
thing
I
even
got
one
that's
vanilla,
I'm
the
south
side
killer,
bitch
They
in
the
spot
just
eyeing
me
(Yeah!
Yeah!)
Couple
of
Topangas
and
some
Riley
Reids
(Topangas
and
some)
Riding,
tell
the
chauffeur
I
need
higher
speeds
(Skrt,
skrt,
skrt!)
They
all
tryna
hop
in,
shit,
that's
fine
with
me
(Shit,
that's
fine
with
me!)
They
in
the
spot
just
eyeing
me
Couple
of
Topangas
and
some
Riley
Reids
Riding,
tell
the
chauffeur
I
need
higher
speeds
They
was
all
tryna
hop
in,
shit,
that's
fine
with
me,
yeah
Your
gas
on
E,
man,
your
shit
won't
start
up
Your
gas
on
E,
man,
your
shit
won't
start
up
Your
shit
won't
start
up
They
was
all
tryna
hop
in,
shit
that's
fine
with
me,
yeah
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