Pinot Grigo (Release)
No more play play (J)
Fuck it Chad
Yeah
Ya'll niggas just be happy I'm happy
Your girl safe nigga
Like all my president dead and gone
Flight to Cali just brought me a carry on
Got a number I'm there before them shits be gone
It's for all the right reasons we doin' wrong
Told my niggas be patient we weather storms
All them nights on the road this the payment for them
Brodie tired of Chevys let's make it foreign
They say money gon' change me, I'm ready for it
Growth usually comes with a price tag
Biscotti be leaving the white ash
The needle at 90 on my dash
Now you see I get better when time pass
I ain't trying to make friends with this rap shit (nah)
Need an acre or two in the back shit
Man, this for the times we ain't have shit
Niggas learning how to flip off a mattress (remember)
Yeah
Gotta use what you know
Never forget where you're from
Been going up, I'm addicted to funds
I need 'em, I need 'em
This shit ain't for fun
Peeling the wood and knocking some pun
Maybe some Hov
Now I'm big bro
Yeah
In love with this shit and it shows
I only got dinner and dick for these hoes
Stick to the code
You know
Yeah
I really be living the shit I claim to be
(shit that I claim to be)
Made to be, hotter than most
See we ain't the same degrees
Angels please don't need no more friends
These niggas be strange to me
Major league
They know I'm on deck
And it ain't no changing me
Fuck it Chad
Yeah
Ya'll niggas just be happy I'm happy
Your girl safe nigga
Like all my president dead and gone
Flight to Cali just brought me a carry on
Got a number I'm there before them shits be gone
It's for all the right reasons we doin' wrong
Told my niggas be patient we weather storms
All them nights on the road this the payment for them
Brodie tired of Chevys let's make it foreign
They say money gon' change me, I'm ready for it
Growth usually comes with a price tag
Biscotti be leaving the white ash
The needle at 90 on my dash
Now you see I get better when time pass
I ain't trying to make friends with this rap shit (nah)
Need an acre or two in the back shit
Man, this for the times we ain't have shit
Niggas learning how to flip off a mattress (remember)
Yeah
Gotta use what you know
Never forget where you're from
Been going up, I'm addicted to funds
I need 'em, I need 'em
This shit ain't for fun
Peeling the wood and knocking some pun
Maybe some Hov
Now I'm big bro
Yeah
In love with this shit and it shows
I only got dinner and dick for these hoes
Stick to the code
You know
Yeah
I really be living the shit I claim to be
(shit that I claim to be)
Made to be, hotter than most
See we ain't the same degrees
Angels please don't need no more friends
These niggas be strange to me
Major league
They know I'm on deck
And it ain't no changing me
Credits
Writer(s): Joshua Pryor
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