Chorus 
(Yung Lan on the track) 
Exotic, exotic, exotic 
(James about that check, boy) 
Exotic, exotic 
Exotic, exotic, exotic 
Exotic, exotic, exotic 
Exotic, exotic, exotic 
Exotic, exotic, exotic 

Verse 1 
I be at home alone, I be seein' all the spirits of my dead homies 
All these blue hundreds, all these twenties, nigga got dead homies 
I was dead wrong when I hit my plug 
But a nigga went broke so I took the nigga bud 
They don't wanna help you out, they don't wanna see you grow up 
Always selling out of gas, I can never sell enough 
I be lustin' for your body, we can never fuck enough 
Lost a couple partners to the federal employees 
Baby, I'm a boss, how the fuck can you employ me? 
I ain't had no money, that condition, it was temporary 
Hit her from the back, I ain't tryna do no missionary 
I can see the M's so I'm feelin' like a visionary 
All these big words, damn, they think I read the dictionary 
Damn, her body too crazy, new coupe 280 
Lil Gotit, Hood Baby (Woo) 
Christian Loubs on my feet, yeah, them multicolor new joints 
When you in the trap, boy, you better be on point 
If you come with a group, I'm killin' your homeboy 
Nothin' but foreigns be in my envoy 
Undisputed champ, nigga, like I'm P Troy 
Bought my bitch a G-Wagen, she so appreciative 
Told my lazy partner, "Go and get you some initiative" 
Nosy-ass bitch, why the fuck you so inquisitive? 
I just talked to Ralo on the phone, I'ma visit him 
Don't pull up to the trap unannounced, no visitors 
I don't know where your lips been, girl, no kissin' ya
I'ma unzip these Amiris, all this dick in 'em
She don't need a shovel, I can tell that she diggin' me
Showed him twenty bands and the driver said, "You blessed me"
Told my old lady, "Shut the hell up, don't stress me"
Open up the Lambo' door for chivalry
Lil' nigga, they don't want smoke like hickory
Roof disappear on the coupe, it's a mystery
She ain't got a stomach no more, the doctor handled that
I'ma put 'em up myself, I'ma handle that
85 racks in the Louis V fanny pack
Chillin' in the trap with the pound playin' Piddy Pat

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Exotic, exotic, exotic
My clientele purchase exotic
I blow exquisite exotic
Exotic, exotic, exotic
Exotic, exotic
Exotic, exotic, exotic
Exotic, exotic, exotic

Verse 2
Whole load of Runtz straight from the manufacturer
I'ma crack a bitch back just like a chiropractor
I just bought five acres, I just purchased me a tractor
Whole lot of bad hoes find me attractive
I just want to travel 'round the worldwide atlas
I don't wanna be famous, nigga might quit rappin'
Punch ya in the mouth, lil' nigga, quit yackin'
Everything designer, I ain't talkin' 'bout graphics
Stuffin' exotic in a dark brown package
I'ma have a bad bitch receive it and grab it
Lone wolf nigga, I don't trust these maggots
Go and get some money, be a man, quit slackin' (Woo)
Jumped off the porch, then had to make it happen
Just like a turtle, yeah, nigga be snappin'
Read these niggas, I feel telepathic

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Exotic, exotic, exotic
My clientele purchase exotic
I blow exquisite exotic
Exotic, exotic, exotic
Exotic, exotic
Exotic, exotic, exotic
Exotic, exotic, exotic

Outro
Exotic, exotic, exotic
My clientele purchase exotic
I blow exquisite exotic
Exotic, exotic, exotic
Exotic, exotic