Mazel Tov
Pour it up, pull a seat
It's a celebration, let's have us a drink
Mazel Tov
I need a drink
Blud diamonds so cold on me
DAMN!
I need a mink
Buffalo horn on Cartier with a tint, so
I can't think
I got drip, I got sauce, whatever you call it, I'm on fleek
Bitch
I was raised up from muddy ground
But my money was always clean
I
Went to work hard as young bull
Now I work hard in my dreams
Explain what I mean?
I'm living a dream
I do what I want
I cook and I clean
I roll me a blunt
I pour up some lean
I need a ashtray
You can tell when I'm having a bad day
I smoke a lot, in a bad way
Pathetic, not nothing to brag aye
But my momma smile on a bad day
Tryna make her proud cuz my dad ain't
Call on brothers for work
They put me on, and now I'm in first
Shout out the Jones legacy
We live a movie read my book first
I got these bitches all over me
I married the game, ain't nothing to lose
I got my eyes
Focused on prizes
I cannot never be focused on you
So that's why I spit like a chopper, let lose
Or maybe I spit cuz I'm missing a tooth
And I sit at the top like I chill on the roof
When and dropped me some bands then I built me a booth
Now I be rapping like fuck
Bitches know I'm the best rapper alive
Cuz I'm always talking my shit and I'm spitting the truth
And these niggas be telling these lies
I got my mind right no lie
Smoke me a blunt then I reach for the sky
Sit back appreciate
That pussy alleviate, my mind
Mazel Tov
I need a drink
Blud diamonds so cold on me
DAMN!
I need a mink
Vs1 on some Gucci Shades with a tint, so I can't peep
I got wet, I got yeet, whatever you call it, I'm on fleek
Start my week
With a drink
Popping seals when we link
I like popping ecstasy
And copping feels when I drink
I just bought a shearling fox
This shit real fuck a mink
MCM hold my pants up
My bag Louis V
Gucci Seats
I just put some Jeep wheels on a Lease
Couple thousands on my chain this a real diamond piece
I'm just a silly dude
In real life I'm gentle dude
I would say gentle man
But cave man ain't gentle boo
And I'm a cave dude
Now I Got money for therapy
Sprite gotta be syrupy
And this beat don't be nothing like helluva
So I Shout out to bless for the melody
And I call on prospect for another beat
We make a remix and I'm screaming ON GOD
I see these niggas that wanna be me
And I got all these riches all over my mind
It's a celebration, let's have us a drink
Mazel Tov
I need a drink
Blud diamonds so cold on me
DAMN!
I need a mink
Buffalo horn on Cartier with a tint, so
I can't think
I got drip, I got sauce, whatever you call it, I'm on fleek
Bitch
I was raised up from muddy ground
But my money was always clean
I
Went to work hard as young bull
Now I work hard in my dreams
Explain what I mean?
I'm living a dream
I do what I want
I cook and I clean
I roll me a blunt
I pour up some lean
I need a ashtray
You can tell when I'm having a bad day
I smoke a lot, in a bad way
Pathetic, not nothing to brag aye
But my momma smile on a bad day
Tryna make her proud cuz my dad ain't
Call on brothers for work
They put me on, and now I'm in first
Shout out the Jones legacy
We live a movie read my book first
I got these bitches all over me
I married the game, ain't nothing to lose
I got my eyes
Focused on prizes
I cannot never be focused on you
So that's why I spit like a chopper, let lose
Or maybe I spit cuz I'm missing a tooth
And I sit at the top like I chill on the roof
When and dropped me some bands then I built me a booth
Now I be rapping like fuck
Bitches know I'm the best rapper alive
Cuz I'm always talking my shit and I'm spitting the truth
And these niggas be telling these lies
I got my mind right no lie
Smoke me a blunt then I reach for the sky
Sit back appreciate
That pussy alleviate, my mind
Mazel Tov
I need a drink
Blud diamonds so cold on me
DAMN!
I need a mink
Vs1 on some Gucci Shades with a tint, so I can't peep
I got wet, I got yeet, whatever you call it, I'm on fleek
Start my week
With a drink
Popping seals when we link
I like popping ecstasy
And copping feels when I drink
I just bought a shearling fox
This shit real fuck a mink
MCM hold my pants up
My bag Louis V
Gucci Seats
I just put some Jeep wheels on a Lease
Couple thousands on my chain this a real diamond piece
I'm just a silly dude
In real life I'm gentle dude
I would say gentle man
But cave man ain't gentle boo
And I'm a cave dude
Now I Got money for therapy
Sprite gotta be syrupy
And this beat don't be nothing like helluva
So I Shout out to bless for the melody
And I call on prospect for another beat
We make a remix and I'm screaming ON GOD
I see these niggas that wanna be me
And I got all these riches all over my mind
Credits
Writer(s): Patrick Cooper
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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