Tides (feat. AJ Tracey & Rich The Kid)

Money, now
D-Diego

Up all night, tryna see what's up all night
Wanna get a view of the vibe, lemme put you on a flight
Cop you with the Rollie and the ice, keep you fly as me, it's only right
She a bad lil' vibe, freaky with a booty on the side
Private 'cause she wanna hide the ride
Always get me high, wavey when I take these tides
Gotta make that water flow right

Body like water, can I take a sip?
Gotta tell me when to roll, when you wanna trip
You wanna see me all the time like a Goldberg
Suffocating 'cause you kill it with a choker
Cold with the enemy, gold with the energy
Gotta just check the soul of the heel like a Louis V
Bust a check on the dress of the Burberry
Break the neck when she walk, surgery

Always getting long when her back back
She the only one I like when I tap that
Know you like it when I'm watching like a TikTok
Got me flicking up and down 'til your ting pop
I be whipping in the limousine, movement make the body lean
Black on all the window shit, hiding all your dirty scenes
So sublime when she keep it lit, maybe she's born with it
Maybe it's Maybelline

Up all night, tryna see what's up all night
Wanna get a view of the vibe, lemme put you on a flight
Cop you with the Rollie and the ice, keep you fly as me, it's only right
She a bad lil' vibe, freaky with a booty on the side
Private 'cause she wanna hide the ride
Always get me high, wavey when I take these tides
Gotta make that water flow right

Low ride
Water on the water on my necklace (necklace)
Pressure when I hit it, then the next bitch (next bitch)
I just dropped some water on that ho wrist (ho wrist)
I can't do no cappin' and that's some ho shit (woo)
Boy, I'm rich forever, ain't no broke shit (ain't no broke shit)
That ass so fat, get the lotion
In the pussy, got control like a potion (like a potion)
She gon' let me dive in, like the ocean (like the ocean)

I done ran the check up, got the bag right (bag right)
I just had a pill, I can't remember last night (last night)
I hop up on the jet like it's my last flight (last flight)
She gon' take the dick like it's her last pipe (last pipe)
Ooh ooh, Rollie on my wrist, that's cool (that's cool)
I might fuck her one time and make her boo (make her boo)
Pull up just to drop the top on you (on you)
I've been ballin' in the game, no hoop

I'm in the dance and the mandem brought a something in
Dutch hot pot, we ain't got no mutton in
You got a 'Rari body, and I ain't stuttering
Breadwinner girl, so come here and get a butterin'
Broski like tick tock, big cuttering (chin chin)
We from the Grove, so baby, I brought another in
You coolin' over there, this bucket ain't got nothin' in
We bussin' out the bottles, so come here, you lot are suffering

I got money, but it's bait, babe, you know that
I was layin' in the mud ain't tryna go back
And I'm still the same nigga from the throwback
I just stay around the gators like I'm Kodak
See, I came in with KSI
Lookin' in the haters eye
When I was young, I did some wrong, I'm tryna make it right
Too many people in my head right now
Let me go grab the bag and go to bed right now

Up all night, tryna see what's up all night
Wanna get a view of the vibe, lemme put you on a flight
Cop you withthe Rollie and the ice, keep you fly as me, it's only right
She a bad lil' vibe, freaky with a booty on the side
Private 'cause she wanna hide the ride
Always get me high, wavey when I take these tides
Gotta make that water flow right



Credits
Writer(s): Jamal F. Rashid, Diego Javier Avendano, Olajide Olayinka Williams Olatunji, Samuel Ahana, Dimitri Leslie Roger, Che Wolton Grant, Ivory Curtis Iii Scott, Paul A. Magnet
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