Plural King Chip

[Intro]
Uh two going at once
I like my girls like I like my blunts (simultaneous)
And that's two going at once

[Verse 1]
Check
Headed to the beach
Me and two pretty girls from the East
Ice in the cooler with Patron and the 'Rossi
Mix em up, we call it Patrossi
Louis cover up the eyes on all us
It's a nice day we should be cooling by some water
Sipping, smoking, conversating 'bout what we be thinking bout
I tell them shorties not to believe all of the shit they read about
Fresh out the college, they peoples got dollars
They amazed by my ill street knowledge
I forewarn them, 'bout the underworld they never saw
They pretty asses had no idea
They both had often told me stories, about childhood, good living
I could relate now but coming up I wasn't winning
We chilling, 'bout to get fried
Flat screen in my Teepee, Miami Ocean Drive

[Hook]
Two going at once
I like my girls like I like my blunts (whenever, however)
And that's two going at once
Two going at once (whenever, wherever)
Two going at once
I like my girls like I like my blunts (whenever, wherever)
And that's two going at once (yeah)
Two going at once