From the clothes down to the leg VVS we be stylin' out the jet Muddy ice inside my cup, now watch it turn into baguettes Keep my head up to the sky 'cause they gon' make a nigga depressed Bought a yacht That's my man's, he stood on business I can never leave him out Pull out the poppers ain't no slatt Might be pink toes at the house A couple of mermaids in the pool
Skinny dipping I've been sippin' count my blues I get it crackin' wherever I move No relaxin' I stay on cue Pull up stashin' all my rooms Got a nigga crashin' self-tycoon Rap into a plastic shoot like a goon
Bitch so sassy she get approved All this smashin' get seduced Bitch you wish you could walk a mile in my shoes I got a solitary point of view Don't be careless with this rich nigga be famous All these millions out the trap so amazin' I can surf on a tsunami when the wave hits I get with all these guns on me I'm hazin' Don't be careless with this rich nigga behave bitch I got way too many vibes ain't no favorites I got on my side we get faded
Compositores: Che Pope (BMI), Nayvadius Demun Wilburn (BMI), Wesley GlassEditor: Nayvadius Maximus Music (BMI)Administração: Imp Works Worldwide (BMI), Warner-tamerlane Publishing Co (BMI)ECAD verificado obra #47624434 em 30/Out/2024