Alright
Hm
Alright
Yeah
Yeah
Fill my cup up if that's just half full
I'm not a half cup thinker, nor am I a half cup drinker
Niggas sending olive branches out, but the only
Olives I accept, the ones in my martini drink cup
Drink up
Haven't reached the level putting feet up
Let up off the pedal when you'll see just what I mean
Live so independent, but got one hell of a team
Million dollar dreams turn to billion dollar dreams
Craving for the money like my inner city fiends
We let the money in, but don't let it in between
Can't get close to niggas like parties and 16s
Checking names on the list like me and quo at the dean's
I mean, can never be too careful or too safe
While we traveling four backs and four races
They don't take their chances like a parlay
Don't know what romance is, only heartbreak
I get Texas linking up tomorrow
Where we hanging?
What we doing?
Baby, we gon' treat every link up like a snow in
Tell you in advance, so next time you will be knowing
Exes in the picture, swing the block, hit a U-ie
What's her motivation?
Too early to tell
Was always hard to read
She'd admit it herself
If it's playing me, she'd be playing her wealth
I'm a net worth you don't keep on the shelf
Girl, I'm too rare
I'm gold standard
Standard
Standard
Turning eye glancer
One chancer
Haven't seen you in some years, you a freelancer
You don't text, but if it's sex, bet I get an answer
Bet it's always on time
Burberry trench jacket with the liner inside
Not an egotistic man, but I dress with some pride
I try
With me, it's always about the presentation
How was it delivered and how will they take it?
I think I spent way too much time focused on
The basics, exhausting most of my strength
Pulling other niggas out the holes that they dug for themselves
Just for them to turn around and toss me into they pit
Fault is mine, I was taught to focus on my own shit
So when you pivot from your teachings, then you bound to get hit
And I paid for that exception, so it is what it is
It is
Pour up the Remy
Let me get many
Yeah
Pour me Ciroc
I want a lot
Alright
Give me Bel-Air when I'm in the air
Alright
It matches well with this blunt in my hand
Alright
Alright
Pour up the Remy
Let me get many
Yeah
Pour me Ciroc
I want a lot
Alright
Give me Bel-Air when I'm in the air
Yeah
It matches well with this blunt in my hand
Pour up the Remy
Let me get many
Pour me Ciroc
I want a lot
Give me Bel-Air when I'm in the air
It matches well with this blunt in my hand
Can't be a party without Bacardi
Without Bacardi
Drink up
Drink up
Drink up
Drink up
Drink up
Drink up
Drink up
