Catch the Sun
Tie up the bands and stuff em inside of a mattress I had to stash it
Can't have the code to my safe got too much at stake so don't even ask me
Bout to go load up the bank I park in valet they don't even tax me
Trynna cash out on a mill I'm living too lavish it cannot last me
I'm trynna come up on a mill stay away from these broke niggas looking embarrassed
Yea, when I get my first lump of money I promise I'm taking my people to Paris yea
I ain't grow up with the knowledge to group all the broke people up and repair em yea
Ima read all of these books till I get enough money to cop a McLaren yea
Wanna talk about me while I'm down
New Givenchy on me I got style
Ima run it up run it up run it up
I been running it up for a while
You should never try to mortify
I know what I make is more than fire
Never taking half or a quarter pie
Ima wizard with it Ima 45
Tie up the bands and stuff em inside of my pocket I'm off it
This ain't no Hot Topic or Target my outfit
This here cost me 3k no outcast or Andre
Turn up on the weekday I keep bottles for my fungshway
Tie up the bands and stuff em inside of a mattress I had to stash it
Can't have the code to my safe got too much at stake so don't even ask me
Bout to go load up the bank I park in valet they don't even tax me
Trynna cash out on a mill I'm living too lavish it cannot last me
I'm living too lavish now
Said I'm living too lavish now
Now you trynna come back around
Now you trynna be down for now
Now you trynna be down with the gang
But I can't let it happen now
No but you capping now
Now I'm sipping on a daiquiri now
I ain't giving no more passes now
Yea but you wanted one yea
Grab a champagne bottle
Pop the top and watch it bubble up yea yea
If I go and get the bag now
Watch it double up
Everybody say they got it
Till it's time to pull it up
Pull it up, pull it up
Get it up
Break it down
Split it up
Push it out
Pick it up
If she with the MOB twins
Then she living
I gotta give mad props to the women
Y'all deserve everything in my opinion
Wherever I go I put on for my city
It's always a show and we keeping it litty yea yea
Tie up the bands and stuff em inside of a mattress I had to stash it
Can't have the code to my safe got too much at stake so don't even ask me
Bout to go load up the bank I park in valet they don't even tax me
Trynna cash out on a mill I'm living too lavish it cannot last me
Can't have the code to my safe got too much at stake so don't even ask me
Bout to go load up the bank I park in valet they don't even tax me
Trynna cash out on a mill I'm living too lavish it cannot last me
I'm trynna come up on a mill stay away from these broke niggas looking embarrassed
Yea, when I get my first lump of money I promise I'm taking my people to Paris yea
I ain't grow up with the knowledge to group all the broke people up and repair em yea
Ima read all of these books till I get enough money to cop a McLaren yea
Wanna talk about me while I'm down
New Givenchy on me I got style
Ima run it up run it up run it up
I been running it up for a while
You should never try to mortify
I know what I make is more than fire
Never taking half or a quarter pie
Ima wizard with it Ima 45
Tie up the bands and stuff em inside of my pocket I'm off it
This ain't no Hot Topic or Target my outfit
This here cost me 3k no outcast or Andre
Turn up on the weekday I keep bottles for my fungshway
Tie up the bands and stuff em inside of a mattress I had to stash it
Can't have the code to my safe got too much at stake so don't even ask me
Bout to go load up the bank I park in valet they don't even tax me
Trynna cash out on a mill I'm living too lavish it cannot last me
I'm living too lavish now
Said I'm living too lavish now
Now you trynna come back around
Now you trynna be down for now
Now you trynna be down with the gang
But I can't let it happen now
No but you capping now
Now I'm sipping on a daiquiri now
I ain't giving no more passes now
Yea but you wanted one yea
Grab a champagne bottle
Pop the top and watch it bubble up yea yea
If I go and get the bag now
Watch it double up
Everybody say they got it
Till it's time to pull it up
Pull it up, pull it up
Get it up
Break it down
Split it up
Push it out
Pick it up
If she with the MOB twins
Then she living
I gotta give mad props to the women
Y'all deserve everything in my opinion
Wherever I go I put on for my city
It's always a show and we keeping it litty yea yea
Tie up the bands and stuff em inside of a mattress I had to stash it
Can't have the code to my safe got too much at stake so don't even ask me
Bout to go load up the bank I park in valet they don't even tax me
Trynna cash out on a mill I'm living too lavish it cannot last me
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Writer(s): Israel Morehead, John Morehead
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