Okay I'm not taking calls, you know i'm that nigga One hand on my balls, one hand on the liquor Started pretty small, now my paper bigger Used to call me boy, now they call me mister Riding down the strip with the top down, ooh Used to make a little make a lot now, ooh Can't talk plane taking off now, ooh Bitch i'm off the clock, i'm the boss now We enjoy the fruits of our labor That's just proof there's a savior Pour tequila in the glass, add the juice for the flavor Only tropical drinks, nigga f*ck what you think Got my toes in the sand, ain't no socks on my feet There ain't nothing like stunting on the ones that were judging On the ones that were doubting, i turned nothing to something I turned keys into buttons Turned dreams to discussions Middle fingers to your boss, and we screaming le' f*ck em Okay paid time off Paid time off, got paid time off I got paid time off, paid time off Paid time off, got paid time off aye F*ck all your emails I'm laid out by the seashells, aye So many females No need to share all the details, aye Don't hit my phone, bitch don't hit my phone Just leave me alone Let me zone, til i get back home That's gone be long Cuz i might extend the trip out Might just fly ya chick out Might just spend the next few weeks with my dick out Its nothing indecent Its nothing to run up a check for the weekend A couple of freaks, pouring up on the beach Smoking up all the weed, how the f*ck could i leave it I wanna keep it Shit is so wavy, get a lil sea sick Swiping the visa Whatever you needing, that's our little secret Run it up
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