Buddahhh! (bonus) Lyrics

(Yeah, uh wow)

Yeah, spent a lil band on Chanelly (What else?)

That ain't yo gun that yo homie's, ay (wow)

Ferragamos with the True, ay (wow)

She mix the lies with the truth, ay (wow)

He dropped the perc in the soda (Huh?)

My boy he ready to boot up (yeahhh)

My chain gold like Buddha (huh, yeah)

My chain gold like Buddha (huh, what else?)

I just made a bag off of purple like Dora (Uh, what else?)

And she look at me in my eyes (Yeah ?)

She say "Sacé I'm ready to boot up"

Yea, Sacé I'm ready to boot uh

Uh yeah, Sacé I'm ready to boot up

Chain gold like Buddha

My partner he ready to boot up (Ugh, bluhhh)

Ay, chain gold like Buddha (Buddha, what else)

Pussy pink like Buu, ay (Buu)

Gold rose like Buu, ay (Buu, bluhh)

With yo bitch rendezvous

Yeah, I stack a lotta mula, revenue

Reason why yo main bitch send me nudes

Yea, we grew up together if you do the wrong move

I put you on the news

Choppa hit you like a moose, fuck it

Put you on the moon, uh

They like "Sacé, now you too cool, huh?

Rockin' haute-couture, huh?"

Been a minute since I been poor, yeah

I'm overseas with a popstar yeah, she gon' sing and pour, uh

Pull up with the Jean-Paul Gaultier

My shooter French, Jean-Pole (tu-tu-tu-tu)

You ain't getting no rings, Chris Paul (tu-tu-tu-tu)

Do a bitch, Chris Bosh (oyea)

What that mean, I don't know (I don't know)

Yea, I'm boolin', my money like Bol

Talkin' 'bout Manute Bol, talkin' 'bout Bol Bol

All I do is ball, all I know is ball (Swish, swish swish)

My coach told me to do suicides, so I went and copped the doors

Uh yea, I got the dough (Cash)

Junkie knockin' on my door

"Sacé, where that food for dog?" (Food for dog, Sacé)

"Where that food for dog?" (Dog food)

I call her over, talkin' 'bout I got some food for thoughts, sike, uh

But I do have some food for thots (oyea, oyea, oyea, oyea)