Mojito Music

(album: Very Peaceful - 2018)

I hit my niggas spitter like it's time to make classes
If I cop that SS, then I'ma keep that bitch classy
As the money get bigger then the ships get faster
I'ma water all my plants and watch my 80 inch plasma
Built the studio in the bay just to record my shit
I might mat the six orange and leave it parked in the city
Big mojitos on the island, I had to dip real quick
I ain't tryna have a kid but you can my hahaha
Excuses never got me shit, bitch, I'm a grown ass man

You know I went to angel city and dropped like 30 on this
I get my watches out the bus like my Nikes and shit
I'm spitting facts on these tracks and steady macking a bitch
What's happenin'?
How you doing, baby, you look like something I can fuck with
I love it when you wear your hair like that, let's have lunch, bitch
I been crushing for a minute so I just had to get ya
So I'ma slide in your DM like "What's happening with ya?"

I was stoned and uninterested
She telling her life story
I'm thumbing through my phones pretending to be listening
My radar went off though, when this ho mentioned the dividends
And contributing heavy
Only the gang membership in this family I'm building here
I flew her with me to the bay to meet my homie, Larry J
We stay for a couple days

She was bait and brung me back a couple strays
Say they tryna get with it, well, put this in my lyrics
If this shit was fictitious, you can't get her to wash the dishes
I had to fuck on this stripper, that's cold for sure
But that also how I go, respect the laws, dawg, baby chose
Running her fingers cross the ceiling of my Rolls, touching the stars
This the yellow brick road, bitch, go and get ours in the boo
They untrue, over bass, drums snares and flutes

Floating in one spot like a yacht at the dock
Till the money call out and put the spoon to the pot
Time to count up
Mama, show me how much you love you got
Exiting the stash house, fishtailing, drifting in something expensive
On another mission, dollar sign vision, champagne sipping

Jamaican rum with some fresh mint from our garden
I hit the forty lighter with some cookie fan pollen
Why your baby mama callin'?
She keep calling, yeah she know what I like
And it's flights out to Boston, yeah
Dirty babe water in that fog for the bosses
While we chopping up game, we ain't taking no losses
I got C's around my neck, ain't no Jesus piece or crosses

And this weed in my bag are all brand new crosses
In my driveway, I got four or five different options
Dirty strippers in my ear tryna fuck without no condoms
Big mojito shit, burn, bury cash in different countries
Fell in love with drug money, bitches pay just to suck me
Used to slap eleven five and keep Vegas in rotation
Now we spend a mil in Ibiza just for motivation
Eight days of vacation, I'm on chug chillout
Break the kush down, pull another pill out