Lyrics

Huh, woah Yeah Everybody that know me, know that I be chilling With the 6 figure cars in the hood, parked in the village Shocked they plan, champagne spilling I just wanna go and talk she think I'm tryna hit Step up the BPM thats what I recommend Tongue kiss and good weed is what I recommend Fulfilling your fantasy soon as you think of em' Hard to believe that this girl even got me puffin' Every time she call Every time she call Every time she call, we hang out I be getting home at 6 Working late nights for real Tryna live life for real I just seen a crib worth 45 mill Kinda hard to explain to this young bitch, she just wanna chill Oh Hugo Boss briefs huh We don't all speak the same language Spent 30 racks on this frame work I'm Gucci even if we got the same shirt Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah We hang out
Writer(s): John Gustanar, Dominic Hunn, Rafael Armando De Armamdo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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