Binz

Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh

Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh

Ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh

Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh

Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh

I just wanna wake up to the suns in Saint Laurent

Hundred thousand dollars on the fronts, hella blunts

I just wanna wake up on ya thigh, on a yacht

Or in the Rolls that's rented, windows tinted

We call that big spendin', big spendin'

I'ma get back on my feet, give me a minute

I'ma feel this in my thighs like he been in it

Young Simma, Young Simma, give me a minute

Sun down, wind chimes

Break it down, one line, a line

Can't no see me, no flex, be kind

Dollars never show up on CP time

I just wanna wake up on CP time

Wake up to that ****, leave he behind

Get a presidential suite

Leave with they linen

In the Rolls that's rented

Windows tinted

Sun down, wind chimes

Break it down, one line, a line

Can't no see me, no flex, be kind

Dollars never show up on CP time

What do you have, a comment?

No, I didn't say a thing

I didn't say nothing