Mojito Music
(专辑: 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