Lake Minnetonka
Yeah, ayy
Colder than my soda, diamonds wet, Lake Minnetonka
Shawty tryna fuck with me but don't got nun' to offer
And I never like to go to sleep, I'm waiting on that coffin
And my crib sound like it's quarantine 'cause everybody coughin'
I'm not takin' losses
I cannot let you in my life 'cause I'm too cautious
I got some bitches, I'ma make 'em do a moshpit
I change the color in the Sprite
I like to do my drugs at night
Oh yeah, alright
Oh yeah, alright
I put Trissy in the Sprite
Told that bitch, "Leave me alone if I cannot make you mine"
Make the gang slide like Cha Cha
And they told me, "Kill the cover," that cannot stop
Brodie wanted two, I gave him one, I said, "Is that not?"
Don't ask me, you could never-ever have nun'
You 30 years old and you broke, boy, that's bad luck
(Get your bag up)
The valet can't even help you, get your bag up
You can't even blame a fuckin' soul, get your ass up
She just gave me her soul
I'm goin' up but damn, she still not lettin' go
My heart is on the low
Give me one million
Colder than my soda, diamonds wet, Lake Minnetonka
Shawty tryna fuck with me but don't got nun' to offer
And I never like to go to sleep, I'm waiting on that coffin
And my crib sound like it's quarantine 'cause everybody coughin'
I'm not takin' losses
I cannot let you in my life 'cause I'm too cautious
I got some bitches, I'ma make 'em do a moshpit
I change the color in the Sprite
I like to do my drugs at night
Oh yeah, alright
Colder than my soda, diamonds wet, Lake Minnetonka
Shawty tryna fuck with me but don't got nun' to offer
And I never like to go to sleep, I'm waiting on that coffin
And my crib sound like it's quarantine 'cause everybody coughin'
I'm not takin' losses
I cannot let you in my life 'cause I'm too cautious
I got some bitches, I'ma make 'em do a moshpit
I change the color in the Sprite
I like to do my drugs at night
Oh yeah, alright
Oh yeah, alright
I put Trissy in the Sprite
Told that bitch, "Leave me alone if I cannot make you mine"
Make the gang slide like Cha Cha
And they told me, "Kill the cover," that cannot stop
Brodie wanted two, I gave him one, I said, "Is that not?"
Don't ask me, you could never-ever have nun'
You 30 years old and you broke, boy, that's bad luck
(Get your bag up)
The valet can't even help you, get your bag up
You can't even blame a fuckin' soul, get your ass up
She just gave me her soul
I'm goin' up but damn, she still not lettin' go
My heart is on the low
Give me one million
Colder than my soda, diamonds wet, Lake Minnetonka
Shawty tryna fuck with me but don't got nun' to offer
And I never like to go to sleep, I'm waiting on that coffin
And my crib sound like it's quarantine 'cause everybody coughin'
I'm not takin' losses
I cannot let you in my life 'cause I'm too cautious
I got some bitches, I'ma make 'em do a moshpit
I change the color in the Sprite
I like to do my drugs at night
Oh yeah, alright
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Writer(s): James Haley, Jasper Levering
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