Party M Huncho & Nafe Smallz

[Intro: Nafe Smallz]
Cage got that cold (Gone, gone, gone)
(Let's go, let's go, gone, gone, gone)
Yeah (Let's go, let's go, gone, gone)
(Zone, gone)

[Chorus: Nafe Smallz]
It's a lotta cash in my old safe
Gettin' money like José, Don P in this Rosé
Nice with the foreplay
She a freak 'cause she saucy, I know she wanna get naughty
Cut the cocaine
Me and Huncho in our own lane, got the crack like propane
Racks on a slow day
She said that I'm cold, I should have a little heart like Soul Plane
Slide when I'm slidin' in the Vette (I'm sliding)
Ice down, buy her a baguette (I'm wilding)
Slime try put me on a jet (I'm flying)
If I told her I ain't smoking on a spliff (I'm lying)
Niggas still hating on the set (They trying)
In the studio, I cook it like meth (This science)
First, I want an Audemars baguette (No diamonds)
Now I want a quarter-mil' Patek (No stylist)

[Verse 1: Nafe Smallz]
Diamonds, frozen
Get a lil' money, that money we throw clear now
Came with the brothers, the money, I still share out
All of these hoes, ain't one of 'em I care about
Racks on (Gone), hello (Hey)
All of this gold like a pharaoh
All of this gold like I'm yellow
Cuffing on a ho? Hell no
Used to get high, no sleep
Barely even eat (Yeah)
Had to take the long way home
Now I get fly, no fleek (Gone)
Buy some more V's (Yeah)
Studio a Huncho zone
Racks still bussing out the seam with it
Niggas know I been with it, you can never test my O
Drip down and I stay clean with it
Always stay G with it, you know I can never let go (No way)