DAYTONA

I'm way too stoned
New drink I'm gone
You can't keep up
Pour it up and let them know, know
Can't come back onto this side now once you've crossed

You know my wrist cost too much
Daytona can't touch
Skydweller it bust
New face but no new friends
Haters probably think I'm gon' (Going to) fail

Another 10 G's every minute I'm on
Money or love, Money or love
Money on my mind, my mind is made up
Broken hearts won't fill up this Saint Laurent
Talk to me nice or don't talk at all
This bag it ain't for fashion
Got 30 reasons you can't have it
Hop on the private, I need new weather
Keep talking that shit and I'll pop a Beretta
I do it better
Back in the coupe and she's hitting falsettos
I give it better
Playing my song and it's making her wetter
Need an umbrella (yeah)
High, high, high, high
Times passing by (yeah)
I need my bag and I got no choice
I gotta go get it
No my rollie don't make no noise (oh no)

You know I can't change
I'm the same guy covered in chains
I bought all the bottles with no problems
Surrounded by a hundred models, that's automatic

Wrist cost too much
Daytona can't touch
Skydweller it bust
New face but no new friends
Haters probably think that I'm gon' fail
Fuck out my face
Another 10 G's every minute I'm on

You know my

Hop up out the bed possessed up early in the morning
My diablo 666 bad know that bitch is roaring
Whip look dead, that paint drips red it looks like blood is pouring
Eyes filled with red mhm
Back from the dead mhm



Credits
Writer(s): Trent Allan Kniess, Michael Nick, John Vigorito, Brian Bernotas, Louis Vigorito
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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