​ssuurrffiinn Oliver Francis

[Intro]
(Things aren't that simple)
Yeah, fuck [?]
Yeah
(Things aren't that simple)

[Verse]
I shall stunt on all these hoes every single time, ayy
I been throwin' big faces, ain't no singles on me
Why the fuck these hoes blowin' up my phone all day?
Paul Wall in the Styrofoam, sittin' sideways
Me and shawty roll a blunt, I take her hand and fly away
We buy out the bar and take it back to my place, ayy
Roll a cigarillo, take that shit to my face, ayy
Marijuana straight from Cali-for-nye-ayy, ayy
I been juggin' lean out the duplex
And my lil' shawty turnt down off a Xanax
Suicide doors, yeah, I charged 'em to the Amex
Suicide doors, yeah, I charged 'em to the Amex, ayy, ayy
Ayy, the other night a bitch rear-ended me up in the coupe
So I just gave that bitch a band and told her, "Call it cool"
And every night you find me rolling doobies by the pool
I might pull up and unload with the uzi on ya' crew
I fuck a bitch and then I smoke a doob'
I pour the four up in the Styrofoam and call it cool
I pour the four up in the Styrofoam and call it cool (Yeah)
Yeah, bitch, you know I do
My bitch says she can't fuck with me no more
It's probably 'cause I'm rich and that ho broke
My homies ain't the same they was before
It's probably 'cause I gets a lot of dough
It's probably 'cause I fucks a lot of hoes
It's probably 'cause I smokes a lot of dope
It's probably 'cause I gets a lot of dough
It's probably 'cause I gets a lot of dough
Bitch, I'm surfin'