Lyrics:
a 'bonin only!' contract
But until I get familiar with the law yo I think
I got some extra cab money in the top drawer (see ya!)
I know you're thinkin that
Pop up in a cab, extra clothes in the bag like
I got you babe just hit me on my hotline
I got you babe hit me in the late night
I got you babe hit me
doing up stage got bare iPhones on the kid tryna snap me
Got a cab home paid extra cuh I puked up in the backseat
I told boss man sorry
It’s my sorrow
So
an extra umbrella
Should I call a cab right now the city never sleeps
Well I really don't either
So I'ma keep my feet moving and then I'll bow when this ends
thinking about releasing a CD
Not easy, cause
I gotta spend all this money that I just don't have
No cash, talking about broke, bet it all on black
Call cab
it wouldn't leak
One loose end couldn't take the heat
Extra, extra get the headline news
Extra, extra our latest scoop
Extra, extra get the headline
I do my dance in the club so hyphy
Everybody wanna look just like me
Cab Calloway, cold ass Nikes
Pull a Betty booty hoe, and make her my wifey
I do
go again
Dip, dip set, I get on extra grind, I get on extra grind
I get on extra grind when it's, when it's reppin' time
When it's reppin' time, when
go, go, go
I'm a lady cab bro
We need another round
We gon' take it till we can't afford it
Music industry's cave, we can do shit
Gonna shake it like
Locked In
Your lips
Perfect
Your smile
Worthwhile
It made me go the extra mile
Extra mile
Your lips
Perfect
Your smile
Worthwhile
It made me go
should of been on but I’m extra lazy
I like to brag
I like to brag
I’ll put your bitch in a cab
My shorty is bad
She need a bag
She put the bag in her bag
C class G class whole lot of class
Came a long way from a Uber or a Cab
If shorty trynna swing my way, you know I'm finna tax
You Know I'm finna
out for our mom
We'd ring up the House of Hum
Taxi cabs and pizza shops
We just couldn't stop
We peaked out the window
While waiting for the show
Then
bitch on some class class
Extra clip with the mag mag
I put yo bitch in a bag whoa
I put yo bitch in a bag whoa
I put yo bitch in a bag bag
I put yo bitch
bucks man
I had to go get it
Drop top on the whip
For the late night drive
V twelve girl I got that engine
Tutoring goons
Spinning blocks extra
Should've
or a baby child
Seniors definitely tip when they appreciate your smile
I go an extra mile! My taxi smells good
Maintenance in order, keep it clean as I should
on the run
Pretty little thing
Lemme titty bang
She do scream my name
My Neighbors scream my name
Hopped inna cab like I'm tryna kick back
Pills in my pocket
Hopped in cab headed west
That's a jack boy
Pussy boy tryna run up on me
That's a wrap boy
Hid 3 bands in the seat cushions
When we pull up
with the speakers
And I let the music
Into my mind
Lost in the rhythms
Drink in my system
Blurred all my senses
Give me something extra
'Til I feel
call a cab 'cause I dig canary
Yellow accents on a dark bitch
I met her back when she kept all her carpet
I'm well aware all that shit is fantasy
I
people still a target
Smile on my face, tears of a sad clown
Feeling out of place as I whistle a cab down
If I tip extra, can I huff a cig'?
Blow my
had the extra space
She steals my clothes to wear to work
I know, her hairs are on my shirts
I tell everyone I smile just because
I've got a city
just because
I've got a city love
I found it in Lydia
And I can't remember life before her name
She keeps a toothbrush at my place
As if I had the extra
Yea my new bitch she turn heads
Don’t love her I love dead presidents
I’m good by myself company come with that extra shit
No baggage fly on this
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