Lyrics:
Working for the moment working for my time, working on my music on another rhyme
The pages keep turning in this book of mine and it keeps getting
By your side boy here I stand
If you're looking for a lover baby here I am
By your side boy here I stand
If you're looking for a lover baby here I am
and a packet of three
And if I don't get laid I'll sure die tryin'
Tonight this city's gonna be all mine
I wanna talk about motorbikes, cars and things
No
cause I ain't coppin' out (nope)
And I f**k wit b-boys who bring them choppers out (yuppp)
One shot of that will have the boys bring the coppers out
on the cell
Bring your Nike bikini and nothing else
We're goin' to the beach, take the top off the jeep
And bring Chantel as well
And the boys upstairs
Somewhere by the beach
Smoke in my lungs
Prolly chillin' wit yo main squeeze
Boy it's finna be a breeze
I aint got no feelings yeah you know my shit is
you know I leave you over mine
And yeah love they have to grieve you over mine
It's thug love at it's finest, dude rewind this
Uh, the boy H-O behind
mine?
Ain't no tellin what I'm gon' be drivin next time
Seven figure nigga, we don't buy the bar no mo' (nah)
Pull up the paperwork, tell the owner he
Swear to God until I die, fat boy gotta mob
Seven figures in model cars, and it's no façade
I'm takin' off my shades, look me in my eye
A hunnid every
cool with
I’m a street entrepreneur, condo, connoisseur
Furs, suede, my car’s the core
Nigga I been a boss I employed my boys
And show em a bunch
to Puerto Rico for the weekend
Just me and mine, we reconnecting in this beach sand
Come and take a ride with my tribe
Peep my son remote learning, poolside,
shaking, yeah
Wear that once got extra clothes
Switch it on em I got extra flows
Got a extra piece for the silly foes
Want a piece of mine like its dominos
a few pills but that's' only fo da skeezas
Used my black car but that's only fo da reefa
What's up? Let's go
Not a day goes by, that I ain't high
Hit da
the week
We eating honey Cheerios
Heading over to the beach
Damn look at all the girls
Fuck em all
One by one
Stack of condoms
Full of sperm
They call me axe
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice P-Rhymes rich
doesn't stop
So I think the best idea from here on is building mine
Something on the beach looking casino like, with elevators inside
Smoke up in
She sheds tears for that dope boy
Shit, it is what it is for that dope, boy
Handle minor biz for that dope, boy
But then tell you by the Greyhound
dropped down
Martin County officials on scene
About 6:30 this morning, one of the fire trucks passing by
Sittin' up higher than a car would
Was able
Suckers didn't even see us, they musta been blind
Black wire touched red the car was mine
We hadn't done nothing but some suckers got shot
Hit the first
in the car, mine's in this bitch (oh! oh! oh!)
[Verse 1 - Royce Da 5'9"]
I pull up clean, manners of a gentleman, trigger man, etiquette
One felony
High
smoke this blunt and sip this drank it's gone get me by
Traumatized hard to sleep through night time
Wanna buy a beach house and watch the sunrise
save ya.
Take ya parasol and go straight to Jamaica.
Ya man a boti boy, with the bumbaclots.
You deserve better,
6 car garage,
Come in late night
the line, Sunset and Vine
Blow a half a zip by the Hollywood sign
Scotty once said "It gets better with time"
Eastside Long Beach but this
LA county on mines
your mine
You don't need them other boys baby girl your mine
Lamborghini Urus by the oceanside
With them other bitches swear to god I cut ties
You don't
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