[ Featuring Benny ]
Use your imagination
Cook up a bag got it saturating
See money I'm fascinated
The face on the bills Caucasian
My life been a trill, When I step out got the steel,
Im working to stack up a mill
Louis my wallet, tends to get stuck in my pocket
I bless the bottle then I pop it,
Check the results I'm up now
Feel like jack frost cause I'm bust down
Call me Jmar how I touchdown
Im deep in the cut like a shooter
Pull up with a slab at the hookah
Im tripping on beans I'm boozled
Fur on my coat off a back of a bear,
Beat on her back like a snare drum
She singing like RiRi, must be the CC
Or maybe the Hennesy white
Pure imported from Mexico
Engrave my name in cursive, wit diamonds
On top of my headstone
Use your imagination
Cook up a bag got it saturating
See money I'm fascinated
The face on the bills Caucasian
Use your imagination
Use your imagination
Use your imagination
Cook up a bag got it saturation
Use your imagination, I'm seeing colors you know I stay faded
Roll up a blunt, grab the lighter and blaze it
Opened the pack up and it smelled amazing
Cuz keep the strap my niggas all dangerous, don't talk shit
Don't get courageous, you don't want smoke cuz, the strap isn't racist
I pray that I make it, my team the most hated
Your team is out dated, you ain't tryna make it
I tryna stack money, I'm done stacking patience
This shit is funny my time can't get wasted, the pack got a odor, it smell like Jamaica
Use your imagination, cook up a bag and serve it hot
Gotta move quick, don't get caught on the block
I'm rocking designer from my head to my socks
My Bitch is the finest, she stay on my cock
Don't try to holla yo ass can get popped
Don't get to trippin, my nigga got a glock
I think that boy dreaming, don't get caught tryna
Use your imagination
Cook up a bag got it saturating
See money I'm fascinated
The face on the bills Caucasian
Use your imagination
Use your imagination
Use your imagination
Cook up a bag got it saturating
Thief in the night like a Banshee
One chain something light, nothin fancy
Stick to the pack no xannys
Bag full of skittles like candy
Might give a gun to my granny,
She 84 ready to go, barely holding up steady
Tell my nigga im ready to rock, when you ready
Twin sister don't know who im textin
In a loft at the AC get right off the exit
Got the crib on the mall
F*cked around put graffiti on the walls
We fail to abide by the law
Its beige and its locking my jaw
Sound like dice when I shake up the adderal
Hide the camera inside of a babydoll
Get creative, security surveillance
Open your mind and
Use your imagination
Use your imagination
Use your imagination
Use your imagination
Cook up a bag got it saturating
See money I'm fascinated
The face on the bills Caucasian
