Holiday
Mustache
Rasta Tahj in this bitch
Aye, Rasta
I made sum money it was on a holiday
I had to figure it out the hard way
They hate in your city but love from far away
Say that I'm fake but I'm just one call away
Remember them times they ain't call my name
Mello he pass me the work in the hallway
Now we toastin with bad bitches & chardonnay
Built with this grind in me this shit apart of me
Rasta told me to get em I got em
Grew up hard to start from the bottom
Now all we see is them buns in red bottoms
I say let me see she say okay that's no problem
Line her up and divide like an equation
We can multiply have our own nation
She spicy tamale but she mixed with Haitian
Can't fuck with 12 they shooting no tasing
I took her out hood took her on vacation
I beat like 808s cause her body amazing
I stay with the gas so you know I stay blazing
Shawty she gonna sucking me dry like a raisin
Keep a stick on chop like I'm Asian
I'm stacking these brick like I'm a mason
Life ain't gotta be crazy let's just stick the basics
I made sum money it was on a Holiday
I had to figure it out the hard away
They hate in your city but loving from far away
Say that I'm fake but I'm just a call away
Remember the times they ain't call my name
Mello he pass me the work in the hallway
Now we toastin with bad bitches & chardonnay
Built wit the grind in me this shit apart of me
I gotta money call on a holiday
I gotta blunt involved at the meeting
If it ain't bout adding it up please stop callin me
Try step to me wrong and get hit in your artery
She know I'm the truth and these niggas be following
Try look in my phone in my DMs they calling me
She check my location that lil bitch she stocking me
You tell me you love me the next day you blocking me
Like her old fashion these chicken heads modern day
That time of the month guess I'm using her jaw today
It's time to roll up and get out here get far away
No time for your bluff said excuse me please pardon me
Ugh
I got the right away
Dropping the top on a brighter day
Still getting to it it feel like a holiday
I made sum money it was on a holiday
I had to figure it out the hard way
They hate in your city but love from far away
Say that I'm fake but I'm just one call away
Remember them times they ain't call my name
Mello he pass me the work in the hallway
Now we toastin with bad bitches & chardonnay
Built with this grind in me this shit apart of me
Rasta Tahj in this bitch
Aye, Rasta
I made sum money it was on a holiday
I had to figure it out the hard way
They hate in your city but love from far away
Say that I'm fake but I'm just one call away
Remember them times they ain't call my name
Mello he pass me the work in the hallway
Now we toastin with bad bitches & chardonnay
Built with this grind in me this shit apart of me
Rasta told me to get em I got em
Grew up hard to start from the bottom
Now all we see is them buns in red bottoms
I say let me see she say okay that's no problem
Line her up and divide like an equation
We can multiply have our own nation
She spicy tamale but she mixed with Haitian
Can't fuck with 12 they shooting no tasing
I took her out hood took her on vacation
I beat like 808s cause her body amazing
I stay with the gas so you know I stay blazing
Shawty she gonna sucking me dry like a raisin
Keep a stick on chop like I'm Asian
I'm stacking these brick like I'm a mason
Life ain't gotta be crazy let's just stick the basics
I made sum money it was on a Holiday
I had to figure it out the hard away
They hate in your city but loving from far away
Say that I'm fake but I'm just a call away
Remember the times they ain't call my name
Mello he pass me the work in the hallway
Now we toastin with bad bitches & chardonnay
Built wit the grind in me this shit apart of me
I gotta money call on a holiday
I gotta blunt involved at the meeting
If it ain't bout adding it up please stop callin me
Try step to me wrong and get hit in your artery
She know I'm the truth and these niggas be following
Try look in my phone in my DMs they calling me
She check my location that lil bitch she stocking me
You tell me you love me the next day you blocking me
Like her old fashion these chicken heads modern day
That time of the month guess I'm using her jaw today
It's time to roll up and get out here get far away
No time for your bluff said excuse me please pardon me
Ugh
I got the right away
Dropping the top on a brighter day
Still getting to it it feel like a holiday
I made sum money it was on a holiday
I had to figure it out the hard way
They hate in your city but love from far away
Say that I'm fake but I'm just one call away
Remember them times they ain't call my name
Mello he pass me the work in the hallway
Now we toastin with bad bitches & chardonnay
Built with this grind in me this shit apart of me
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Writer(s): Tahj Clarke
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