Let's make a beautiful song tonight

Arriba, arriba

Okay here it goes man

Woah, I'm tryna go

I'm here to stay, I'm in control

Fresh out the kitchen, hot off the stove

And I never will sell my soul

I got friends, I got friends

Come hop in, go shopping

Niggas stealing swag I had to call him out

My homie texting new collections so I bought 'em out

I'm in the A, you go to jail about a quarter ounce

Back in the bay where I belong, I'm blowing bigger clouds

Can't trust a thot on Instagram 'cause they be wishy washy

They tryna take me off the court, they wanna Chris Bosh me

I need a presidential Rollie, need a Maserati

Riding through the town, eyes open for the cop-ies

Ooh, where you get your chain boy, the swap meet

Ooh, set my GPS to the top please

Su in that new Ferrari, they Lawry's

Ooh, that mean salty

Ooh, back up off me

Woah, I'm tryna go

I'm here to stay, I'm in control

Fresh out the kitchen, hot off the stove

And I never will sell my soul

I got friends, I got friends

Come hop in, go shopping

If you could see what's on my watch you'd say it's diamond time

She's got friends, she's got friends

We fill up the Sprinter beds

And get lost in my bed

And now we like woah, I'm tryna go

And they don't wanna see me grow

But if you love me, let me go

Woah, I'm tryna go

I'm here to stay, I'm in control

Fresh out the kitchen, hot off the stove

And I never will sell my soul

I got friends, I got friends

Come hop in, go shopping