Lyrics

I can never get enough of your time Sliding from the west to the eastside I'll throw some play money just to get you off my mind Smoking drinking popping just to feel alive I can never get enough of your time Sliding from the west to the eastside I'll throw some play money just to get you off my mind Smoking drinking popping just to feel alive It's Mr. Santino did to much on the back streets I quit sports to rap my dad still wished I was a athlete I turned into the plug for my whole family But blood wasn't stronger then the love for money I dipped out by my lonely filled my tank and hit the road You won't find me in the club I'm posted at the studio I made a promise to myself that I won't let anyone know It's like I got my money up and some how I turned cold I get high smoking pressure Ice on me that lower the temperature I been heartless for a minute can you please spare me the lecture I got cushion in my jeans I'll let all ya'll divide the extras Lifestyle got regular got stones on my fingers I can never get enough of your time Sliding from the west to the eastside I'll throw some play money just to get you off my mind Smoking drinking popping just to feel alive I can never get enough of your time Sliding from the west to the eastside I'll throw some play money just to get you off my mind Smoking drinking popping just to feel alive I hinting that I got a pistol so no one is scrapping with me I'm rapping so god damn well these rappers don't like rapping with me Yeah aye I was just keeping it real yeah I was just keeping it g I mean I came I with all of my team yeah She seen me her eyes went green She said she like the way the light refract off my rings I told her that I can't sell no dreams Yeah one thing bout me is cream stick to me uh I met her man he ain't as cool as she describes him to be Man I'm kicked back some where counting celery F*** the ogs when you the prodigy Now when I look up my grandma proud of me Remember they doubted me now they all shouting me out No ones as proud of me as I'm proud of me now I hate to flex but since they wanna talk about wealth They cannot think for a minute they leaving me out I can never get enough of your time Sliding from the west to the eastside I'll throw some play money just to get you off my mind Smoking drinking popping just to feel alive I can never get enough of your time Sliding from the west to the eastside I'll throw some play money just to get you off my mind Smoking drinking popping just to feel alive
Writer(s): Rico Quinones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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