Fried 'N Glide

Say cheese baby You know what it is Let your hair blow in the wind baby She say at ease baby Keep the windows high keep the weed insideee We be high like some 5s When we slide that's a glide Got my hands on her thighs Excuse my hands if they slide Too much sauce need some Tide Case we spill in this ride Ima player that's 4 life but I'm Married I'm retired Still got them hands on them thighs Locked in too focus Don't make decisions off emotions Most niggas be bogus but That's not my focus Tuh They reapin what they sowin No more oppression we ain't goin Every time I wake up its ahh vibe We can't waste time No excuse me when I'm chasing money I'm buying and creating time For the fam that's a big duh Smoking off the richta neph got the scripta ahhh Protect ya vibe that's at all cost I wanna house the size wal mart Like hi ceilings I like high ceilings Get high wit em Like Griffey catch a vibe wit em Gold Mitten Gold Glove no rub in a minute a me and you gon pop out and its all love A A A A that's just what I'm on I wish I had a clone I'm tryna get more done Aaaaa but we all got the same 24 though You know I'm talking bout them hours Yeah this shit here's mines That there is yours We in Caribbeans no pirate So why you still talking ouRs Excuse me if im zoned out I be up with the stars Yeah yeah yeah ah yeah Real money getter sex is a weapon Let's throw a house party in this bitch You know the spirits is up But I'm down for wateva A A A A that's just what I'm on I wish I had a clone I'm tryna get more done Don't f*ck with my momma son