Top Songs By QU/NTEN
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Quinten Burrus
Songwriter
Jayson Jackson
Songwriter
Michael Preston
Songwriter
Bradley Moon
Songwriter
Lyrics
We live, tint five like Michelin Star tint
All these diamonds swanging these hoes blind you gotta squint
Automatic lights cause none my dawgs even like to switch
Matching tennis set from K she think she Serena now
Twenty somethin odd shots up in this cup it got me leaning now
Told my brother hold it down so he gon hold it down
All my niggas is some dogs so they gon see the pound
Lookin like I'm KP8 I need a couple birds
Ride around with that baggy fitted tee I think I need it
She know I'm a star that's why she think she the world
Next chain pendant that I'm coming with is Jesus
I double rounded my thesis is they still ain't better than me hoe I mean it
I suit up like Newton, I put on like Wheezy
Might have to go turn back around just to cleat it, I'm serious
She might feel some type way
I put banner on his head like its Myspace
Shawty touch my wrist she might need some ice skates
I go Isaac Rochelle I go nine eight
I got a crescent hanging you could see the crater oh woah
Wagyu five grade don't check what I payed oh woah
They ain't ranked but they still talking like they play
I just work it off and pray need them jeans with the crosses
And they already know what it is when I talk about that man for real
We live, tint five like Michelin Star tint
All these diamonds swanging these hoes blind you gotta squint
Automatic lights cause none my dawgs even like to switch
Matching tennis set from K she think she Serena now
Twenty somethin odd shots up in this cup it got me leaning now
Told my brother hold it down so he gon hold it down
All my niggas is some dogs so they gon see the pound
Told them if they ain't talking legit then shut the fuck up
Diamonds be blinding when they see them they wanna tuck up
Gotta put that shit in your shirt when you see a big dog
Gotta put the whip in reverse whenever my bitch call
I don't understand how you don't see it
On the one ten getting head while I drive and my seats heated
I'm the coolest nigga for three reasons
I look good, I smell good and my kicks cleanest
I only wear them Air Force One's like one time
Young nigga cannot relate bitch don't lie
Go and tell the truth imma tell it too
Go and put that money in my hand that's what you better do
I be in the hills getting high with a better view
Young niggas be going out sad that's what I never do
If I said it then you know that I meant it
We ain't on no sucker shit bitch we standing on business
Cash
Writer(s): Jayson Jackson
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