Lyrics

Cage got that cold (gone, gone, gone) (Let's go, let's go, gone, gone, gone) Yeah (let's go, let's go, gone, gone) (Zone, gone) It's a lotta cash in my old safe Gettin' money like José, Don P in this Rosé Nice with the foreplay She a freak 'cause she saucy, I know she wanna get naughty Cut the cocaine Me and Huncho in our own lane, got the crack like propane Racks on a slow day She said that I'm cold, I should have a little heart like Soul Plane Slide when I'm slidin' in the Vette (I'm sliding) Ice down, buy her a baguette (I'm wyling) Slime try put me on a jet (I'm flying) If I told her I ain't smoking on a spliff (I'm lying) Niggas still hating on the set (they trying) In the studio, I cook it like meth (this science) First I want an Audemars baguette (no diamonds) Now I want a quarter-mil' Patek (no stylist) Diamonds, frozen Get a lil' money, that money, we gon' clear now Came with the bruddas, the money, I still share out All of these hoes, ain't one of 'em I care about Racks on (gone), hello (hey) All of this gold like a pharaoh All of this gold like I'm yellow Cuffing on a hoe? Hell no Used to get high, no sleep Barely even eat (yeah) Had to take the long way home Now I get fly, no fleek (gone) Buy some more V's (yeah) Studio a Huncho zone Racks still bussing out the seam with it Niggas know I been with it, you can never test my O Drip down and I stay clean with it Always stay G with it, you know I can never let go (no way) Diamonds all on me, they dance like a party (let's go) Eat it up, eat it up, sweet like Peshawari, let's go (you know) Tourin' the city, girl, like a safari (let's go, gone) Jumpin' on the bike, she ride like a Harley, yeah It's a lotta cash in my old safe Gettin' money like José, Don P in this Rosé Nice with the foreplay She a freak 'cause she saucy, I know she wanna get naughty Cut the cocaine Me and Huncho in our own lane, got the crack like propane Racks on a slow day She said that I'm cold, I should have a little heart like Soul Plane Slide when I'm slidin' in the Vette (I'm sliding) Ice down, buy her a baguette (I'm wyling) Slime try put me on a jet (I'm flying) If I told her I ain't smoking on a spliff (I'm lying) Niggas still hating on the set (they trying) In the studio, I cook it like meth (this science) First I want an Audemars baguette (no diamonds) Now I want a quarter-mil' Patek (no stylist) The Federales wanna make a new case 'Cause they see me with the AP And I don't ever show face With this money, I'm a go-getter With my wins, I'ma showcase, yeah, you know Bro got the .45 on him, woah Anytime there's problems, he'll let it go, you know My wrist is froze, these diamonds dance These diamonds cold, I'm eskimo It blings, the wap, it sings I'm champion, I got the ring Can't cuff no hoe, it's just a fling Yeah, you know Ah, gettin' it in (gettin' it in) I'm wrapping it up I'm sendin' it out (skrrt, baow) So don't come and clown (come and clown) I'm on the rise (on the rise) Hate coming down I'm gettin' a five I'm gettin' in pounds Racks in my jeans Put the packs in my house Got a link for machines So don't come and clown (don't come and clown) And the Cali on me I can't turn that shit down And her mouth is so neat I'm bustin' straight out I just got the all white, it ain't Off-White, it's Albanian (woo, woo) And I got a dark side and that dark side needs some saving (woo, woo) And I got a half a M, yeah...
Writer(s): Gun Hyung Yoo, Jeong Hwan Seo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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