Yep!

Top down, cruise
I ain't got shit to lose
I'ma just make my twos
Make my money, make the white girl move like
I ain't talking about Brix, but is one call away if you need hit
My ex girl says she can't stand me, OK SIT!
We did it (We did it), first class now, no economy tickets (No)
In the stool, let it kitchen (Let it kitchen)
TK on the beat so you know that shit
kickin' (You know that shit kickin')
And we still ain't change the vision
Never trippin' about my passport, say somethin' different
If you never seen the top, you ain't know watchu missin'
She gon' suck me every sunday like my dick a religion

Next, next
I ain't got time to stress
Gotta go get'em checks
Still ridin' around with the same old set
Yep (Yep), yep (Yep), yep (Yep), yep (Yep)
Yep (Yep), yep (Yep), yep (Yep), yep (Yep), yep (Yep)
I ain't got time to stress
And I still ridin' around with the same old set

Took a little break but we back now
Icon in my city you can ask around
TK like penny with the passnote (Pew)
Downtown throw it down like sheckdown
Break the glass, when this common she shake her ass
Hey, Listen ma'am I already saw it on Instagram
I hope that might break the tension
You already got my attention
Too much loud pack at my session
Make me feel like we the Jacksons
How high is too high
Ten mil streams, yea I did that two times (did it twice)
Got a few more up my sleeve
Drop the top so you can feel the breeze

Next, next
I ain't got time to stress
Gotta go get'em checks
Still ridin' around with the same old set
Yep (Yep), yep (Yep), yep (Yep), yep (Yep)
Yep (Yep), yep (Yep), yep (Yep), yep (Yep), yep (Yep)
I ain't got time to stress
And I still ridin' around with the same old set



Credits
Writer(s): Zachary Perris, Justin Barnett
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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