We get high, we get fat, huh
Take trips to Miami, huh
I ain't got nun for no rotten hoe
I got unlimited cheat codes, ay, ay, ay, ay

I got unlimited cheat codes
My life in a fast car
I really delete hoes
My love in a past tense
SR and a T hoe, I live for this fast shit
Trackhawk see the white smoke
I'm leavin' with ashes
Proper for the white folks
I'm ignorant and classy
She tell that I'm Satan
She blessed that she had me
Told her that I'm always high and she really just asked me
Honest to the most high, and I'm sittin' here gladly
Copper gon' profile, so niggas go faster
God look right down on me, the ceiling is glassy
I'ma score in rush hour, and sober in traffic
This bitch want more problem, I let her not have it
She'd be the end of me, and I'm curious what happened
5 percent tints so I'm more cozy in traffic
Skippin' on these Brembos, that I'ma go faster
I'm from when the wind blow, I'm duckin' disaster
Ay, ay, ay, ay

I got unlimited cheat codes
My life in a fast car, ay, ay
I got unlimited cheat codes
My life in a fast car
I really delete hoes
My love in the past tense