Exclusive

When I land off in your city, my bitch is exclusive

At the top floor suite, made me exclusive

Ain't no use in rolling your weed, if it ain't

That exclusive and ain't no body topping me,

Yeah I'm so exclusive My money get old, call me Frank Zappa

And I'm the shit, put me in pamper

At the top floor suite, made me exclusive, ain't no use in rolling

Your weed if it ain't exclusive

Ain't nobody stopping me, I thought I told you so

I'm #1, go check your Billboard

Haaa, bitch nigga I'm cashing out

Gonna cop that "Rari" oh yeah I'm mashing out

I'm at the top floor suite, hey when they

Booking? I got my gold on, I see you looking

But shooters ride, so you can't took it

Oops I mean take it

Sometime I forget I made it

When I'm faded, I hit up Nard & B you know that's exclusive

These shoes up on my feet yeah they exclusive

Yeah, and I'm rapping with my eyes closed

And when I speak for the streets I spit it from my soul.

Look, when I land off in your city

On this type of flight there's no ticket

Better hold your girlfriend closer

Cause she choosing on the committee

She google phoning my business

She loose she known to be with it

But that thang there was so deep

Ass so wet your boy could soak in it

Man she so slippery

Plus she bow legged so there's more leverage

So she gon grip it, them windows tinted,

Roof with no ceiling Fuck emotional I won't rent em

No, I don't cake them hoes I don't spend a thing

These are mine I don't rent a thing

Bob and Cash on a private runaway

Ya’ll niggas never seen a plane

Booku, booku, a nigga got bread on booku

Back of the whip getting blue tooth

Couldn’t put my life on youtube

Now you understand what the goose do nigga

Your girl gone off too much liquor

And you can have your girlfriend back

But it's really up to you what you do

With her