In the Sun (feat. Curren$y)

Ah, can't tell me nothing 'bout this feeling (nah)
You can't tell me nothing (eh)
Can't tell me nada (ah)
Oh-la-la, ooh-la-la-la
Can't tell me nothing 'bout this feeling
Can't tell me nothing (nah)
Can't tell me nada (ah)
Eh
Oh-la-la, ooh-la-la-la

Cut a moon roof in the 72
That's what the paper tell me to do
Spaceship came through, slayed you (slayed you)
Thinkin' that the game' new, fool, who raised you? (ooh-la-la-la)
I ain't got time to save you
Paydays I'm on the way to
State to state, many of stage' and venue'
The stoned saga continues
I'm fin to, collect more residuals
Off digitals and physical (la-la-la)
Record in the fortress stable of Ferrari horses
Paved the driveway, parked exotics on it
Looking at 'em just make me want more shit
I'm addicted to this hustle, I'm so sick (ooh-la-la-la)
Tug of war with my girl cause I can't split into two people
Wanna work just as bad as I wanna be with you
Sitting in my homeboy's Regal, higher than a eagle (la-la-la)
Thinkin' of a loophole to squeeze through
Leave to that paper, that's church, cathedral
Take my Kangol off 'fore I enter the bistro
Crooks gotta eat too, in a castle with platters of seafood (ooh-la-la-la)
Lavish extravagance wishing it could be you
See you, when I see you
And when I do, don't be looking all evil and deceitful (la-la-la)

Oh, woah
No look, no gain (oh)
100 spokes and new clothes
100 spokes and new clothes (ooh-la-la-la)
Oh, baby (yeah)
Oh, woah
No look, no gain
100 spokes and new clothes
100 spokes and new clothes (ah)

Can't tell me nothing 'bout this feeling
You can't tell me nothing
Can't tell me nada (ah)
Oh-la-la, ooh-la-la-la
Can't tell me nothing 'bout this feeling
Can't tell me nothing (nah)
Can't tell me nada (ah)
Oh-la-la, ooh-la-la-la

Hopped out the blue smoking purple (purple)
Free Boss Don on my shirt (shirt)
My niggas, they always earn (nah)
Tell 'em niggas all lay down (nah)
Yeah, you remember me? (me)
Connected from the bottom like the letter V (V)
I turn strangers to best friends
Best friends to strangers
Jealousy and anger
Same water soften up the potatoes, boiled up the egg
It ain't where you from, it's your circumstance
Trips to Kansas, never question, answer
Had to build an empire, just to build a mansion
Got the bread, left the bacon at Salam Aleikum
Why hate?, cop an i8 one weekend (woo)
Everyday's crunch time like the last point
If I don't make it, I'll be talking through the glass joint (nah)

Can't tell me nothing 'bout this feeling (nah)
You can't tell me nothing
Can't tell me nada (ah)
Oh-la-la, ooh-la-la-la
Can't tell me nothing 'bout this feeling
Can't tell me nothing (nah)
Can't tell me nada (ah)
Oh-la-la, ooh-la-la-la

Yo, French Montana
Hit 'em with the Casino 2
Bro, Paper Bag
Stop hiding on crack, nigga
I know you shoot that, nigga
Montana
Don't shoot 'em
Chop 'em off, nigga
Stop fronting, papa
Stop frighting too



Credits
Writer(s): Jonathan Scott, Adriana V Evans
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