Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jordan Solomon
Songwriter
Lyrics
Playing games like Samsonova
Money stretching Alo Yoga
On a backroad in a Land Rover
Stop right there don't come closer
New whip got horses Saratoga
Left 62 back in the 41
No heart if I do it's a cold one
Big bank and I don't owe no one
Socal in August
Stacked up but modest
I'm an asshole or honest?
Going straight to the tropics
My haters wanna pop me
They wanna top me
You drinking green juice and doing pilates
I took a flight and I end up in the rockies
I'm brewing espresso and sippin' on coffeee
And my summer diet is ceviche
You can wife that
That's for the streets aye
And my life so lit need a replay
I'm in a condo out on collins where the heat play
Living a private life
Cheffing to dine tonight
Mussels with wine tonight
I'm getting high tonight
I wanna ride for life
Ya, ya
I go MIA like I'm Messi
I go Capri go giuseppe
Fly so much we living in telly's
Driveway filled with GMC Chevy's
I got something shaking like jelly
I got ones form here to New Dehli
Girl be saying things but ain't met me
Really I'm great friends with your bestie
I wanna know
Does it fill your life when you talk bout me
Is you doing anything?
Got a job right now?
Cause you talk bout me
When you loving on him thinking bout my thing
Do you think bout me?
What you hate bout him
Is really just the things that you miss bout me
Ya, ya
Confetti cake it be shaking
New pirellis on the pavement
Chase be sending me statements
Walking round the crib pacing
She was walking round naked
Built this shit from the basement
Eat me so saying your graces
Lil Lebanon so you can't do no bacon
I love my life and no I wouldn't trade it
If you lurking this a screenshot say cheese
I just talk to god lately
Hate your life, why you hate me
You got a lot to learn baby
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