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I won't stop till I got private planes, hm-hm After that plane comes the yacht, hm-hm, yeah After that yacht comes the island hm-hm Till then, I'm working, grinding, grinding hm-hm Hey mama, hey mama, i think you and i should roll to the crib ma Hey mama hey mama, don't bother if you gone bring the drama Gimme something good girl balance that karma Yelling carter hundred times, youda thought it was a mantra I wander with my gang, but we ain't no mobsters Just punks getting lost among the genres Manage my game stay upping my roster Gold cleopatras, need that spirit round to open my chakras More layin' em down with less police helicopters She my tall glass of water when I'm all hungover It's you in my life chick, why i need you in my life chick hm-hm And wherever we going I'll be learning the different language hm-hm I won't stop till I got private planes, hm-hm After that plane comes the yacht hm-hm After that yacht comes the island hm-hm Till then, I'm working, grinding, grinding, hm-hm Hey mama, hey mama, I think you and I should roll to the crib, ma Hey mama hey mama, don't bother if you gone get insane My pockets rarely empty 'cause we bringing that change Margaritas in the tropics stay, bringing them waves And she didn't believe me when I declared my age I'm 21 with riveting content filling up the page I'm a whole other animal when I rip through the stage I'm taking names, only way is wayland making the claims I want a lot of hot as lava Aubrey Plazas to play Wasn't Harvard material, but that's coming my way Now i need you in my life chick, now I need you in my life chick, hm-hm And wherever we flying, I'll be taking private planes hm-hm I won't stop till I got private planes, hm-hm After that plane comes the yacht, hm-hm, yeah After that yacht comes the island, hm-hm Till then, I'm working, grinding, grinding, hm-hm Hmm
Writer(s): Carter Schultz, David Von Mering Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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