Lotus Coupe
Taking a trip to my deep thoughts
All of the money that I saw
Tippin over like a seesaw
Never really seen what she saw
Run up a check "oh my"
Cousin Cliff looking so fly
Can't even die if I tried, swear to God that i'm too wise
Hopped in a Space Coupe
Calling that shit a Lotus Coupe
Too bad there's only room for one
Keep holy it ain't nothing
It ain't nothing to it
Ns had they chance but they know the blew so they like "screw it"
Fall back in the past past and it bad bad they don't know to just do it
Hopped in a Space Coupe
Calling that shit a Lotus Coupe
Too bad there's only room for one
Keep holy it ain't nothing
Need some lights up on my shoes
Came on this beat and I'm eating like food
Circle tighter than belt, well, bars so fire they gonna send you to hell
Got some dreams, I'm wishing on a well
No I'm lying, the truth I will tell
If you not down, then don't ask me for help
I be chasing the bag if you could not tell
Finna get em' when I'm finish em' then I pull up on a na hit em' with no writtens
Oh, woah getting that guap it's gon put me on top
Oh, woah and i'm never gonna stop and that's word to my ops
Haven't seen no stop signs, keep pushing
Came with the drip, so you know I'm looking
Make my own beats, so you know I be cooking
I be so fly that yo girl keep booking
Lookin at me you surprise bout how I'm stuntin, I never frontin, no it's never nothing
But it could be something
But I feeling like a god damn bomb when they pushing my buttons
All of the money that I saw
Tippin over like a seesaw
Never really seen what she saw
Run up a check "oh my"
Cousin Cliff looking so fly
Can't even die if I tried, swear to God that i'm too wise
Hopped in a Space Coupe
Calling that shit a Lotus Coupe
Too bad there's only room for one
Keep holy it ain't nothing
It ain't nothing to it
Ns had they chance but they know the blew so they like "screw it"
Fall back in the past past and it bad bad they don't know to just do it
Hopped in a Space Coupe
Calling that shit a Lotus Coupe
Too bad there's only room for one
Keep holy it ain't nothing
Need some lights up on my shoes
Came on this beat and I'm eating like food
Circle tighter than belt, well, bars so fire they gonna send you to hell
Got some dreams, I'm wishing on a well
No I'm lying, the truth I will tell
If you not down, then don't ask me for help
I be chasing the bag if you could not tell
Finna get em' when I'm finish em' then I pull up on a na hit em' with no writtens
Oh, woah getting that guap it's gon put me on top
Oh, woah and i'm never gonna stop and that's word to my ops
Haven't seen no stop signs, keep pushing
Came with the drip, so you know I'm looking
Make my own beats, so you know I be cooking
I be so fly that yo girl keep booking
Lookin at me you surprise bout how I'm stuntin, I never frontin, no it's never nothing
But it could be something
But I feeling like a god damn bomb when they pushing my buttons
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Writer(s): Clifton Joseph
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