Frosted Flakes

I'm just tryna roll up, cause that's really all I do

You say that you mad at me, when you really mad at you

Don't care if your pockets green, your pockets pink, your pockets blue

I'm gon' tell you what I know, and I'm gon' show you what I do

If you pull up on me nigga, I'ma up the fuckin' fire

Don't you tell me what you need, if you don't got enough to buy

Do things different than these niggas, check my settings, hit apply

If you ain't doing better than me, why would I take your advice?

Rollin' woods no swishers

Thumb through hundreds, watch them blisters come in

Better watch your zipper, cause all of these bitches out here fuckin'