Cuban Smoke

You know, I was out in Cuba right now thinkin' bout life How bless I am Time to go get to that money Time to go get to the paper Time to go get to the mulah I'm busy cutting my fingers I'm busy counting up these banks rolls I'm sick of fucking all these dog hoes I'm getting tired of niggas playing me That's why I don't worry about a soul Ay If they talking about war Those are my intentions If it gotta be on me Tell em leave a message I don't need nobody botherin' I don't want distractions Tell them niggas I don't wanna link Like we poor connection Started recording out the country Every time we landed All my trips wasn't vacation I was still trappin' Not trapping like I'm selling drugs But I'm still rapping Cuban cigars let it burn, All-white magic Always on the road, Phwesh hit my phone, Check the message When you board the plane, put your headphones on, write a single Take a listen even if you go away For a couple days write ya visions All your moments yea we wanna know it All my problems yea I had to own it Had to get away, had to go to Cuba for a couple days with the homies Pent house views, show how we move Girls taking pictures cause they up there I can't lose, I'm no fool When they started asking what's the cost here We don't talk bout that get into that That's only for me and the bank If they talking about war Those are my intentions If it gotta be on me Tell em leave a message I don't need nobody botherin' I don't want distractions Tell them niggas I don't wanna link Like we poor connection I don't wanna link with nobody I just wanna bitch sitting shotty Ooh Legs up sitting right beside me Telling me to touch her body Ooh She like that Make me wanna wife that, Let it fly Ima kite that, Bring it back And rewind that, Wit yo fine ass She gon Climb on me, She gon ride for me cause a nigga real Never trust a phony's only love my homies Only rock with trill She gon Climb on me She gon ride for me cause a nigga real Never trust a phony's only love my homies Only rock with trill If they talking about war Those are my intentions If it gotta be on me Tell em leave a message I don't need nobody botherin' I don't want distractions Tell them niggas I don't wanna link Like we poor connection Time to go get to that money Time to go get to the paper Time to go get to the mulah I'm busy cutting my fingers I'm busy counting up these banks rolls I'm sick of fucking all these dog hoes I'm getting tired of niggas playing me That's why I don't worry about a soul Ay