Hookah

[Produced By: London On Da Track] [Intro: Young Thug] Baby, pass me the hookah Baby, pass me the hookah Baby, pass me the hookah Aye, baby, just pass me the hookah [Verse 1: Young Thug] Tearin' up the place I'm a rich nigga, got Chanel on my waist Run up on me playin', I'mma aim it at ya face And that go for anybody, anyway, aye I'm a rich blood, by the way And I'm havin' swag, Rollie old like a tape Fish scale, yeah, I got these bitches on the bait Don't wanna talk, man, I said, I need some space Woop, woop, woop, my new car geeked up I just paid a cop, now I'm runnin' out of court Panoramic top, I'mma put it on the rocks Crawl, walk and hop, got all of these bitches shocked, aye Stone molly whiter than my socks I don't wanna talk if it ain't 'bout guap Clownin' y'all niggas, I see you flop I buy pints by the two no Pac [Hook: Young Thug] Baby, pass me the hookah Baby, pass me the hookah Baby, pass me the hookah Aye, baby, just pass me the hookah Baby, pass me the hookah, aye Baby, pass me the hookah, aye Baby, pass me the hookah Pass me the hookah, pass the hookah, pass the hookah [Verse 2: Tyga] Ah, rubbin' on my chain, blowin' cloudmatic Smoke somethin' with a G and bend that ass backwards Lay back, relax and talk mathematics Later on, we test a little sex practice Write my name on the wall Money in the mattress, bet she wanna get involved She hopped on the blunt, say, where the hookah y'all? I tell her pass back if the shit too strong, it's all set Mozart art on the block, so wet I got her where I want her and I ain't done yet Lookin' at your future, baby, put down the cigarette Come hop on this kush jet and take flight, yeah Tell them bitches, fuck that You with Aladdin, bet I got a magic carpet for that ass, yes I'm also on one, got two Olsen's on me Big homie, Young Thugger Thugger, rollin' Rolls Royce so shorty [Hook: Young Thug] [Verse 3: Tyga] Ah, Ben Frank baddies in the Benz waggin' You know she want a ride home, hop on the band wagon I got the chain saggy, you know that life lavish Lifestyles like this, gon' need magnums Pass baby, welcome to rich class, baby You all Maybelline, with ya new Celine Audemars on lean, cars on sheen You white girl, but black girl ghetto fly thing It's verified, they ain't on your sea level Watered eyes, don't cry, inhale and breathe regular My baby on it, high at the crack of dawnin' Body shape, figure eight, like Picasso draw ya Oh, yes, I'm winnin', bling kingin', ring blingin' Like, like, for no reason, let's get closer, closed in Remove your clothes, we close friends Don't get choked smokin' OG Oakland, shout out Oakland [Hook: Young Thug] [Outro: Tyga] For all my bitches that smoke hookah