Lyrics

Yeah, Ay Mmm 808 be slappin' like it 'posed too Came from nothing caught a flight now Nobu (Yeah) Paper planes I can taste the money Palm trees Sun Rays it's Sunny Down South (South) Been dreaming what I have now (What I have now) I'm fortunate my Ma' proud I'm grinding while you run your mouth (Mmm) I pull up in the Lambo doors are butterfly (Skirt, Skirt) Know that, Yeah 200 on the dash I want to feel alive (Ooh) So what, Yeah Got the homies with me yeah we always vibe 2 Young, 2 Fly, 2 Die (Ooooh) 2 Young 2 Young 2, 2 Young I'm 2 Young 2 2 Young 2, 2 Young I'm 2 Young 2 Die Yuh 2 Young too Die Born without a bag and counting commas cause we changed the price On ya Told my mama that I'll never die young Oooooh Pull up in a Ghost I be doin the most I be cashing checks I be fucking hoes Diamond out the rough I'm all in I pull up in the Lambo doors are butterfly (Skirt, Skirt) Know that Yeah 200 on the dash I want to feel alive (Ooh) So what, Yeah Got the homies with me yeah we always vibe 2 Young, 2 Fly, 2 Die (Ooooh) 2 Young 2 Young 2, 2 Young I'm 2 Young 2 2 Young 2, 2 Young I'm 2 Young 2 Die
Writer(s): Austin Simkins Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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