Lyrics

Check I ain't never been to Cuba before But I got two around my neck Somethin' slight though Check, aye aye aye, aye aye Mane Dang Check Yea Aye aye aye, aye aye Black ASC, stock Recaro seats Now every time she see the ragtop she think of me (goddamn) Park it right next to the 'Vette for no reason Let her stay the night then dropped the bitch at Four Seasons (numbers) Every time I drop a new tape I cop new pieces (yeah) I don't even gotta do a show, I'm still eating I don't need shit from a bitch, but still keep it The beat make me wanna cop a rope and two beepers Quarter mill' spent on a whip and still feastin' Show my young niggas in the hood that they can get it I'm hittin' 150 down Bob Speedway Race the M6 on my way to John Daly I've been shopping at Trader Joe's crazy lately Cleaning my Rolex watching movies from the 80's I ain't rode my bike in a month, I've been craving Calculating every fucking cent I've been saving Man, Recaro Seats nigga These muhfuckin' heated Something slight, nigga Numbers Getaway whip, got it parked in Emeryville Five dollar white tee but I'm worth a mil' It's magic, roof disappear, Copperfield I'm sitting on my couch, negotiating deals It's money overseas, that's something that I need She's been tryna give me that since 2015 (off-top) Life of a Mack, thousand dollar lamps If it make sense nigga, go on and get the cash Gotta have a plan, take care the fam Make sure the tires on the whip wiped down Anything under ten thous' I just laugh You gotta understand, love, my time is valuable Never show your hand The bitch got you heartbroken, I'm counting up bands I gotta stay focused Views of the ocean, Louis V loafers Even when I ain't have nothing bitch, I wasn't hopeless What's happening Recaro seats, nigga Aye aye aye, aye aye aye Gahdamn Peanut butter seats nigga, something slight Numbers Good job Recaro Shit Mane Numbers Aye aye aye, aye aye aye
Writer(s): Larry Hendricks, Kyle Fisher, Tommy Hill Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out