Sangtekst: Casual. Later On.

I wake up in the morning feeling fine and refreshed
Take a look into the mirror to see who's rhymin' the best
Ah, there he is lookin' right my way
So I hookup with Jay, so I can start my day

I hit up Ray and say, what's the function?
He say he got some hoes who want to take us to brunch
And go kick it, cool, I'm the man
And plus when we chillin' I'ma have on a band

And Tuscany spillin' hella game so this fella can bump
Plus I'm hungry as fuck, so tell 'em it's on
if I ain?t here, hit me on my cellular phone
But it don't take long them gone

I dial up Op to see what he hollerin'
He said Pallow and Glen both got ten
And if you got ten and I got ten
We call, get together, spin ten and win

And take straight to the dome
Talkin' bout that when I get home
But right now, I got a thang to do
Later on I'ma hang wit you

Later on, later on I'ma hang wit you
Lata on, lata on

I stay at the bitches so no woman can play me
Like the nigga Tajai, we had a hook up daily
Come on baby, I don't want no maybe

We can, we can get down
I be freakin' you down to the mornin'
Born in Oakland, California
We don't be jokin' wit you bitches, I warn ya

I'm all up on ya like I'm on the map
When I'm out wit Snupe, sideways in the lap
And aint no pagin' ya back bitch
Homie got a little scrap where we at, rich

?Cause they know I'm blowin' up like Chernobyl
They call me on my mobile because I'm global
And got bitches sayin', oh no, you didn't

Later on, later on I'ma hang wit you
Lata on, lata on