[Hook x4 - Young Thug:]
Baby pass me the hookah
Pass me the hookah
Pass the hookah
Pass the hookah

[Verse 1 - Young Thug:]
Tearing up the place
I'm a rich [bad word] got chanel on my waist [bad word] up on me playin I'm a aim it at ya face
And that go for anybody... anyways
I'm a rich blood by the way
And I have swag roll it all like a tape
Fish scale, yeah I got these [bad word] on the bait
Don't wanna talk, man I said I need some space (woop woop woop)
My new car get geeked up
I just paid a cop, now [bad word] out of court
Panoramic top, I'm a put it on the rocks
Crawl, walk and hop, got all these [bad word] shocked
Stone molly whiter than my socks
I don't, I don't wanna talk if it ain't 'bout guap
Clowning you niggas I see you flop
I buy pints by the 2 no Pac

[Hook x7 - Young Thug]

[Verse 2 - Tyga:] [bad word] on my chain blowing cloudmatic
Smoke something with a and bend that [bad word] backwards
Lay back relax and talk mathematics
Later on we test a little  practice
Write my name on the wall
Money in the mattress bet she wanna get involved
She hopped on the blunt said 'Where the hookah y'all? '
I tell her pass back if the [bad word] too strong
It's all set; Mozart art on the blog so wet
I got a where I want her and I ain't done yet
Looking at your future baby put down the cigarette [bad word] hop on this kush jet and take flight
Tell em [bad word] 'mmm [bad word] that'
You wanna lay in bed I got a magic carpet for that [bad word] yes
I'm also on one
Got two Olsen's on me
Big homie
Young Thugger Thugger rolling
Rolls Royce so shorty

[Hook x7 - Young Thug]

[Verse 3 - Tyga:]
Ben Frank baddies in the Benz waggin'
You know she want a ride home hop on the band wagon
I got the chain saggy
You know that life lavish
Lifestyles like this gon' need magnums
Pass baby
 [bad word] to rich class baby
You all Maybelline, with ya new Celine
Audemars on lean, cars on sheen
You white girl but black girl ghetto fly ting
It's verified, they ain't on your sea level
Watered eyes don't cry inhale and breath regular
My baby on it
High at the crack of dawn and
Body shape, figure 8 like Picasso draw ya
Oh yes I'm winnin'
Bling kingin'
Ring blingin'
Like like for no reason
Let's get closer, closed in
Remove your clothes we close friends
Don't get choked smoking OG Oakland
Shout out Oakland