Someone please call 9-1-1 I smoked up all my damn weed And I be puttin' that shit on, told that bitch to get on I went to Neiman today, I got a shopping problem I'm takin' breaks every day, think I got a problem I take the top or the drop, all you see is weed clouds Bitch, we hit the wave, then she give us a beat I got a dick on the Glock, it ain't get rid of a leech Oceans, oceans We the wave like the oceans Oceans, oceans Drownin' in the ocean Oceans, oceans We the wave like the oceans Oceans, oceans I been drownin' in the ocean Vintage pieces I don't got no other options Savage, bad bitch We lit, so we can't go to sleep Never too late, it's right now She said twenty, what the fuck we finna do? Fifty dollar shots or forty-two? I'ma tell her to bring them through We can go rounds, never stop Cartier, skeleton, why? Someone please call 911 Tell them I smoked all my weed Someone please call 911 Tell them I smoked all my weed Okay Flyin' across the ocean, sixteen hours, THC Feel sunken in my seat, blastin' music, I can see what's real Bout to get this money, then get home to my baby boy Niggas talkin' millions, booked this flight, then I'm makin' more Sittin' at the crib, I used to be on the same thing Now I'm bookin' flights, goin' places where they know my name Do the festival, then I'm stayin' at the hotel Smokin' hella weed, hope the manager don't smell Fans takin' pictures, they be hopin' that we meet again I've been workin' out, I'm just hopin' that I eat again Jet lag like a motherfucker, so I'm sleepin' in Fucked the last time I came here, so I need a friend Flyin' across the ocean, diamonds like the ocean Niggas copy us, cuz we the way like the ocean All men see them pussy-wet like the ocean Goin' deep, I'm feelin' like I'm drownin' in the ocean Bring the weed across the ocean, my car from Crosstown They copyin' my gram, cuz we the way like the ocean Just came from Crosstown, my clothes from Crosstown They ask me where I been, I been drownin' in the ocean *