Hit the mall, spend 100 bands
Leave the mall with 100 bags
I got the gas and now high as the ceiling
I hear the feds is out, they never see me
I hear the whoop whoop, then I go genie
I mean that red alert, oh
9/11 buck fifty on the freeway
I mean that red alert, oh
Middle finger out the window, any nigga trying to see me
Shawty rolling swishers, sour fisher (let me hit that)
Hit them balls, so I had to pin her
Gold digger, had to dig her
White girl, but she love a nigga
I got the gas and now high as the ceiling
I hear the feds is out, they never see me
I hear the whoop whoop, then I go genie