Lyrics

Sex on the beach ain't a cocktail round 'ere Brudda, there's sand in her cheeks Two grand in a week, i'll take it But real life, man, I want two grand when I speak, that's (money) Me, I wanna make, uh Me, I wanna make two grand when I breathe, that's (money) If not then I see it as peak, two grand for a show My brudda, that's (funny) Quick text from the woman I love Got drunk, put her batty on my private story It's an inside joke when horny Laughin' it off, still drunk in the morning Order summin' or two, get a pizza Life still bands when you're living all (bummy) Wake up next day, took a pic of myself Still clean, still lookin like (money) Out for the night, nice bottle of the Malbec Quick ball game with the boys got heated Can't play myself anymore cause I played myself 'til I got completed Leng girl walked in, got seated My boy looked up, had to tell him I jeeted But half of my body count secret Can't let a man think deaf Girl woke me up with a kiss on the neck Beg Nike, that ain't what I did for the cheque Two step, mic check, five figure for the set Man like me, Katie and Harvey, my surname's pricey Allow me, your bank balance lookin' like the front of an Audi, zero Peak, shout me Hot box, cloudy I want so much P I could outbid Saudi I'm feelin' myself I'm feelin myself Next day wake up still feelin like- I'm feelin' myself If I walk with a smile, don't ask This ain't shit I'm feelin' myself I'm feelin myself Next day wake up still feelin like- I'm feelin' myself If I walk with a smile, don't ask This ain't shit Sex on the beach ain't a cocktail round 'ere Brudda, there's sand in her cheeks Two grand in a week, i'll take it But real life, man, I want two grand when I speak, that's (money) Me, I wanna make, uh Me, I wanna make two grand when I breathe, that's (money) If not then I see it as peak, two grand for a show My brudda, that's (money) Quick text from the woman I love Got drunk, put her batty on my private story It's an inside joke when horny Laughin' it off, still drunk in the morning Order summin' or two, get a pizza Life still bangs when you're living all (bummy) Wake up next day, took a pic of myself Still clean, still lookin' like (money) Still lookin' like (money) (Money) Still lookin' like (money) (Money) Still lookin' like (money) (Money) Still lookin' like (money)
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