rooftop

We were on the rooftop I was too high yea I couldn't talk It was you and me And all your friends I'm like fuck I just got a bag with my bitch What you want Baby I'm a star I don't wish Oh my god Let the money burn let it be just what it was Uh uh Yea I leave the earth for a trip Uh uh Your bitch looks like sprite, she in the mix Uh uh Secret service all these presidents I'm hearing voices in my head That money talking to me yea Uh uh Ay yea Uh My bitch from overseas like she a tourist Yea It's sticks in here my brothers got the party going up This little pilly got me feeling litty Uh uh Keep up if you want to I can't blame it all on you Tell me what you want to say Cuz I'm right here You sent your love it came Like a light year Uh Yea I leave the earth for a trip Balling for this I just got a bag with my bitch I'm like fuck Oh my god What you want Oh my god I'm like fuck Oh my god Uh