Give me dome dome da-da-da-da-da dome dome dome I aint trippin on ya money money long long long
Angel away yeah strange in a way Maybe that is why I chase strangers away
I'm in the collard green 6 cornbread in the guts Got the Halloween kicks trick or treat in the clutch
I'm very protective of my heart
I'm Santa Claus to these hoes without a reindeer.
Sometimes I wake up in the morning and I am like, 'This is a high-top day' or 'This is a bob day,' but when I get my clothes on that's when I see.