Ocean Drive

Eyes low, girl I know
Eyes low, girl I know
Eyes low, girl I know
Young Willis and I'm blown
Cruising slow, riding
Smoking on the loud getting high
Cruising slow, riding
Smoking on the loud getting high
Got red in my eyes, money on my mind
Got red in my eyes, money on my mind
Got red in my eyes, money on my mind
Got red in my eyes, money on my mind

Red in my eyes and the cash on my mind
Peppercorn flow how I'm all on my grind
Like the knife in my steak girl I'm all in my prime
Lean and the jets on the hold up
Money call on Motorola
Mix the pour-up with the soda
I been slowed up since I showed up
Mad sedated off the Activis
I roll an eighth up I don't pack this shit
I twist it fast like I been practicing
I hit it twice and then I pass this shit
I swear that I just wanna make it
So much cash I gotta rake it
If I want it Imma take it
Get to the cash then I'm racing
I paint the picture I'm Willis Picasso
Need it in bulk like it's Costco
Step off the stage they like bravo
I'm with my brother young Bravo
Frequent flyer on the runway
Working Monday til Sunday
Grind and finesse for the money
Swear that Imma blow up someday
I be 30 thousand feet up
Wi-fi if you need us
I be always rollin weed up
High times will probably peep us
Use to wish that I would get my dough up
Everyday now I switch the clothes up
Same way how I switch my flow up
Like Lambo doors how we only go up

Eyes low, girl I know
Eyes low, girl I know
Eyes low, girl I know
Young Willis and I'm blown
Cruising slow, riding
Smoking on the loud getting high
Cruising slow, riding
Smoking on the loud getting high
Got red in my eyes, money on my mind
Got red in my eyes, money on my mind
Got red in my eyes, money on my mind
Got red in my eyes, money on my mind



Credits
Writer(s): Willis Steph
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