Drop top!
Yeah!

She got me feelin’ a way
I can lay in it all day
But she know it’s money to make
So she never be in the way
She know I gotta keep it playa
Cool steppin’
Poolside with my jewels flexin’
Bad bitches goin’ two directions
I know she diggin’ my ways, yeah
I can’t be catchin’ the feels
I can’t be fallin’ in love, no
I just get money and chill
She know what it is
You know I gotta keep it playa
Cool steppin’
Poolside with my jewels flexin’
Bad bitches goin’ two directions
I know she diggin’ my ways

Got a drop top Benz…
And a Midtown condo
Said she ain’t got no friends
And she from Toronto
Yeah
You know I put her on the interstate
Tell her “you can make it back with the pack,
I’ma fuck witcha”
I ain’t afraid, it’s just I done been betrayed
I got trust issues
I won’t tell you I’m in love witcha
Anyway, hoes still in love with my temp fade
Pimp ways, and the simple fact that I get paid
Any time her nigga fumble, she gon dial a nigga number
Get food, get high, she gon’ get laid
Hypnotized by my playa aroma
That’s just Wedding Cake, and all these brand new hunnids
Roll a spliff, light the Bic, tell her burn one
Maybe you can be my lady when your turn come
But no rush, we can fuck, take lowkey trips
Baby I can blow the finest of dank witcha
Told her I could see her lies through the Cartier frames
I’m a playa, so I gotta be frank witcha
Basquiat how I splash on thots
But got no time to paint pictures
Get a clear vision while I spit all this game in your ear
And my young nigga sing to ya, Beezy

She got me feelin’ a way
I can lay in it all day
But she know it’s money to make
So she never be in the way
She know I gotta keep it playa
Cool steppin’
Poolside with my jewels flexin’
Bad bitches goin’ two directions
I know she diggin’ my ways, yeah
I can’t be catchin’ the feels
I can’t be fallin’ in love, no
I just get money and chill
She know what it is
You know I gotta keep it playa
Cool steppin’
Poolside with my jewels flexin’
Bad bitches goin’ two directions
I know she diggin’ my ways

Shit I’m feelin’ a way if you feelin’ a way
You can be my masseuse for the day
’42 and some gas from the Bay
Don’t put shoes on the carpet, don’t ash on the tray
Pull her hair when I hit from the back
If I fuck up the tracks, I’ma pay for the slay
Lobster tail and Filet on the way
I’m a playa, bitch this shit 150 a plate
Shit I’m smokin’ 600 a zone
What I roll up when she call me venting
When her and her nigga ain’t gettin’ along
She know her secret safe with the kid
I won’t get mad and put yo shit out in a song
Hold up, lower yo tone
Smokin’ Runtz, VLONE
Young Synatra, I put that shit on
Couldn’t copy if I had a clone
She say she just can’t leave me alone
What I told you bout watchin’ the phone?
If I come, I can’t stay there too long
She know I’m a dog, let me bury the bone
Fill her up like I’m stuffin’ a cone
Left her Breakfast In Bed on the dresser
As soon as she wake up, I’m already gone

She got me feelin’ a way
I can lay in it all day
But she know it’s money to make
So she never be in the way
She know I gotta keep it playa
Cool steppin’
Poolside with my jewels flexin’
Bad bitches goin’ two directions
I know she diggin’ my ways, yeah
I can’t be catchin’ the feels
I can’t be fallin’ in love, no
I just get money and chill
She know what it is
You know I gotta keep it playa
Cool steppin’
Poolside with my jewels flexin’
Bad bitches goin’ two directions
I know she diggin’ my ways

Yeah, we really one in the same without anything being lame…
Ya dig?

Beat It Up Like The Block Symphony Made It

Just play your role and watch the story unfold

Yeah

Tiz

Frank

Bidness