Paroles

Top down, cruise I ain't got shit to lose I'ma just make my twos Make my money, make the white girl move like I ain't talking about Brix, but is one call away if you need hit My ex girl says she can't stand me, OK SIT! We did it (We did it), first class now, no economy tickets (No) In the stool, let it kitchen (Let it kitchen) TK on the beat so you know that shit Kickin' (You know that shit kickin') And we still ain't change the vision Never trippin' about my passport, say somethin' different If you never seen the top, you ain't know watchu missin' She gon' suck me every sunday like my dick a religion Next, next I ain't got time to stress Gotta go get'em checks Still ridin' around with the same old set Yep (Yep), yep (Yep), yep (Yep), yep (Yep) Yep (Yep), yep (Yep), yep (Yep), yep (Yep), yep (Yep) I ain't got time to stress And I still ridin' around with the same old set Took a little break but we back now Icon in my city you can ask around TK like penny with the passnote (Pew) Downtown throw it down like sheckdown Break the glass, when this common she shake her ass Hey, Listen ma'am I already saw it on Instagram I hope that might break the tension You already got my attention Too much loud pack at my session Make me feel like we the Jacksons How high is too high Ten mil streams, yea I did that two times (did it twice) Got a few more up my sleeve Drop the top so you can feel the breeze Next, next I ain't got time to stress Gotta go get'em checks Still ridin' around with the same old set Yep (Yep), yep (Yep), yep (Yep), yep (Yep) Yep (Yep), yep (Yep), yep (Yep), yep (Yep), yep (Yep) I ain't got time to stress And I still ridin' around with the same old set
Writer(s): Zachary Perris, Justin Barnett Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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