Lyrics:
like you want me to
And every time we fuck, you say you love me too (DJ Drama)
Beatin' your back, mm-hmm, uh, pullin' your tracks out
I put my kids
back like 2016
They tell me I'm chosen they envy me
Imma blow up by 2023
I'm going up told them this my year
Piña colada's, we drink no beer
Life getting
Let's go to Vegas, hit California
Or Carolina where the southern breeze blows
You can take me to the moon and back
I can kick my boots off, relax in your
Fit my one twenties, greet the avenue blue
Corner flyin' it into a forty, twenty
Brothers lay in a bottle, thirty fly right by double time and shit
the list
You got the "Real Deal For Real Real" smile
You got the "Phony They Don't Know Me Let Me Have My Feel" smile
The "Dumb embarrassed"
bitch, I ain't even gon' deny her (no)
She told me, "Throw that money," I said, "Make it worth my while"
I'm 'bout to empty out the ATM (throw it, throw
all over the blimps
Here's a toast to my foes, it's like a whole new beginning
From ? and prima, loads of women rockin' linen
I got a plan to blow
blow her back out
Never back down, don't you act out
All eyes on me, we on the map now
On the map now, we on the map now
Watch the story unfold
Baby girl
side
Baby's breath is the breeze
That spreads it all with ease
I can see it in your eyes
You're ready to blow
I can feel it in my spine
Your energy is
a lick
I pop my collar take a look at my Louis fit
Im married to this money got no love for no bitch
Me and my niggas we just counting bands getting rich
was pop from the start
And I bet lil baby top me when I'm toppin' the charts
And I bet my chest chrome when I'm coppin' the hearts
And I bet my stress
coming now
Chi Chi baby from Moscow
Turn this up it better blow
Every single day I make the hardest rap shit
Only motivated by a sexy bad bitch
My life is
with me nigga get more up
How the fuck niggas gone lie on our name and they don’t even know us
I’m writing my shit and I’m putting it out and I’m keeping
blown
No time for waiting around,
This Breeze has gotta blow outta town
Just wait till my mind passes by
Oh and all the women acting funny now
They all
my "Ooh-wee," do me, baby do me
Like a porn star 'til you hit my spot
My bed rock, back and forth when I'm on top
My back shots, they are sorta like
She popping back up in my feed
She back because of greed
She ask for a check but
Double cross me so I'm fed up
Rocking that baby like Westbrook
Riding
counterfeit,
Oh my god he home I took the first plane up out the bitch,
Flew over mountains now it's back to money counting,
Keep the green tree by the ounces
Watch me go savage
Bitch I'm in Paris
Louis Chanel All on my body
Yo let me have it
Baby come Back it
Of course man I'm tapping
all over the blimps
Here's a toast to my foes, it's like a whole new beginning
From ? and prima, loads of women rockin' linen
I got a plan to blow
always on my line
Never getting nothing sit back and cry
Baby yes I’m sad but when I see it bounce I pounce
Let me get a hit of it out round by round
All
anit stoppin
Chop chop chop throw it back ass poppin
Damn you look sexy come baby give me kiss
She leaned in hit the blunt while saying this
Blow blow
I can spend about a rack or two all by myself
Rest in peace to Virgil, Louis V, Off-White my belt
Keep Young Thugger and Lil Baby out the jail cell
good girls in Louis Vuitton gear (yeah)
I like bad bitches, extended long hair (come on)
And she like Raf Simons (like Raf Simons)
My bitch bag like
ducking all them fucking tolls
Been a breeze, I got the wind right at my feet
Thank you to Tesfa, Therees, Dr. A, and Louis E.
Momma, Pops, Stella, Rafi,
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