Chill With Me

Just cashed out a brand new apartment
1 bedroom, lil sumn just to start with
Young age moves, im just tryna get my car fixed
Livingroom ain't really got nothing but a carpet
Make music, smoke weed, then I go to sleep
Everybody walkin' in my crib, probably close to me
Makin' music while they smoke a lil dope with me
But these hoes is a different type of joke to me
Netflix paused and she handing the remote to me
Press continue playing and proceed giving throat to me
Wouldn't even bother makin moves to get close to me
She don't wanna chill with me
Goin through the cabinets and grabbed her a snack
Didn't tell her where it's at, better yet, she ain't ask
2 in the morning and she didn't have a bag
She don't wanna chill with me
I spent some money for the outing, payed for the gas
For her to get to me, and for her to make it back
My blunts and your opps have the same amount of ash
She don't wanna chill with me
Wardrobe not as updated but I'm fly
Dressed like I'm living in the morning all the time
Use to wear the same pair of Jordan's every time
She don't got a feel for me
Listen
Sittin on a mil in my dreams plus more
16 floors, I don't know how many doors
1 man chillin with the hoes plus yours
And if I feel good, I might try to fuck yours
Feelin cocky like nobody can stop me
Still dreaming, how I'm gettin all these shorties to top me
Now they call my phone and they askin for Tommy
Even had a kid call my phone for his mommy

Now I got the cash and she lovin all my income
Hoes try as hard as they can to get my dick sucked
7 in the mornin', let the homies wake the chicks up
Now they wanna chill with me
Cars go fast and my stomach never hungry
Now she wanna smoke but won't try to get the munchies
Cause she know she really only here just to fuck me
Now she wanna chill with me
Pull up to her spot in a 2022
Soufside Tj ain't got nothing else to prove
Bitches clean the crib, it ain't nothing else to broom
Now she wanna chill with me



Credits
Writer(s): Tommy Davis Jr.
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