Ayy

It’s Big 4LEAF

Clover Vuitton

Ayy

If you was me what would you do

Coulda, woulda, shoulda, you should put yourself in my shoes and walk a mile in ‘em

I done lost my brother, I can’t lose

Long Live Dave and Sharpie, I done lost my mind a time or two

But my money got me, you know that I got my money too

Got my pistol on me, Houston we had rifles in the booth

30 hanging out like shawties tryna kick it with the crew

On the road with strippers, last night I was sleeping in the stu, I’m just being honest

Bitch I got a suitcase and a dream

Chain around my neck and bitch my diamonds dancing Billie Jean hit like Ronda Rousey

I’m from Staten Island I need C.R.E.A.M cash is all around me

Cash out on a pair of Purple jeans just to fill the pockets

Smoking purple I can barely see, but my vision clear

And I can really focus off a bean, we got motion here

We got it off the muscle what I mean, off the strength I'm coughing

I been smoking weed since 15, Clover’s never sober

They closed the door I had to kick it open

Ain't have to force it just told a different story that they ain't ever spoken

Turned my losses into your favorite poem

Telling stories about how I gave it my all but I’ma keep on going

Like can you see it, Picture me rolling

Cause I can see it that 63 AMG what I really been wanting

Can’t talk too much ‘bout my past I could never condone it

Maybe I should talk to a pastor, but hey maybe I shouldn’t

Internal struggles I deal with it daily

Sometimes I look in the mirror and I don’t know who I’m becoming lately

I know that’s corny or maybe I’m crazy, But I know somebody feel me so I keep on putting pen to the paper

She wanna fuck but I want her to pay me

Ain't buying Birkins I’m smoking Sherbert, stacking paper, and picture painting

‘Cause when I talk they can see what I’m saying

Start talking crazy and maybe they gon face the fact I ain't fuckin playing

They know it’s Clover and I’m here to stay

They know it's over I been Steezing For No Reason since a early age

My Aura Right that shit ain’t ever change

My Aura Right but I’m still quick to pop the trunk and grab the baby k

I wrote this song while sitting on a plane

I wrote this song while I was broke with just a couple hundred to my name

I wrote this back when I ain’t have a chain

I was too high to realize that I was getting high like everyday