Getting Loose (feat. Problem)

Yeah, ooh
 Van Gogh
 Yeah, yeah, shit
 I'm getting loose, lil' bitch, getting loose
 I don't wanna know the truth, got stars in my roof, yeah
 I'm getting loose, young nigga, getting loose
 I ain't going for the floof, getting head in the booth, yeah
 I'm getting loose, lil' bitch, getting loose
 I don't wanna know the truth, got stars in my roof, yeah
 I'm getting loose, young nigga, getting loose
 I ain't going for the floof, getting head in the booth, yeah
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, shit, I ain't going for the floof, yeah
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, now way
 I ain't going for the floof, what?
 Uh, scrapers in the city, Daytons on the 57
 Chevy chrome, suspension four switcher
 LS engine, bitches came with the interior
 Dope pot, stir it up, fumes got her tearing up
 '79 Malibu, mash down the avenue
 If them niggas really wanna race, bring the bag through
 Came through in the space coupe, everything new
 Umbrellas in the door, galaxy in the roof
 Boss in the booth, sharks after the loot
 Be cool, muhfucker, ain't nobody asked you
 Goin' where the money at, came back with all that
 Blabber-mouth bitch gave my niggas the treasure map
 We know where it's at, muhfucker, forget a plaque
 For twice what you pay, homeboy, you could get it back
 We could call a private plane like a taxi cab
 Crib with extended driveway and a heli-pad, bitch
 I'm getting loose, lil' bitch, getting loose
 I don't wanna know the truth, got stars in my roof, yeah
 I'm getting loose, young nigga, getting loose
 I ain't going for the floof, getting head in the booth, yeah
 I'm getting loose, lil' bitch, getting loose
 I don't wanna know the truth, got stars in my roof, yeah
 I'm getting loose, young nigga, getting loose
 I ain't going for the floof, getting head in the booth, yeah
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, shit, I ain't going for the floof, yeah
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, now way
 I ain't going for the floof, what?
 Bars in the hook all that it took
 We don't gotta ask questions, we wrote the book
 This life way better than it look
 You ain't gonna get to work on foot
 Got these other rap niggas shook
 10 years, ain't miss by a hair
 You could drop shit in this whip, not a hair
 Proceed with care, the set keep trees in the air
 No need for VIP passes, my whole team in the clear
 VS in all our pieces, try to call our phone, can't reach us
 We probably out the country or rolling weed up, playing FIFA
 And my cars is decent, some of 'em older, some recent
 Leaving my keys in, this one for today
 You gon' see a new one this weekend, on gang
 I'm getting loose, lil' bitch, getting loose
 I don't wanna know the truth, got stars in my roof, yeah
 I'm getting loose, young nigga, getting loose
 I ain't going for the floof, getting head in the booth, yeah
 I'm getting loose, lil' bitch, getting loose
 I don't wanna know the truth, got stars in my roof, yeah
 I'm getting loose, young nigga, getting loose
 I ain't going for the floof, getting head in the booth, yeah
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, shit, I ain't going for the floof, yeah
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, now way
 I ain't going for the floof, what?