To You

I just gotta toast to you, you
Nothing is a bad mood
Hunnids on your bag you did it
Getting money is a fad too
I just gotta toast to you, you,
Nothing is a bad mood
Hunnids on your bag you did it,
Getting money is a fad too
I just gotta toast to you

If you playing the game then you Jordan,
On the plane going somewhere exotic
Nothing changed but your chain where you bought it?
They just get imported, the way she pick and roll she ballin'
Instead of taking shots she call it,
Different type of time when she calling
And it don't ring often yeah yeah,
They wish they was getting your time
Only one that's got in your mind
Not a lot can handle your kind
Better that I'm reading your signs,
One look at your cup
No way that you're done,
Rosé keeps you up, now you stuck

I just gotta toast to you, you, nothing is a bad mood
Hunnids on your bag you did it, getting money is a fad too
I just gotta toast to you, you, nothing is a bad mood
Hunnids on your bag you did it, getting money is a fad too
I just gotta toast to you

If I'm playing the game, then I'm Curry
Let's get straight to the point, girl you curvy
You keep breaking they necks 'cause they deserve it
These niggas' hook shots curve em, and always on the move like me yeah
Not one job girl got three yeah, you can look my nigga
But that's me yeah
She's that bitch, can't put her on a leash no
They wish they were getting your time,
Only one that's got in your mind
Not a lot can handle your kind, better that I'm reading your signs
One look at your cup, no way that you're done
Rosé keeps you up, now you stuck

I just gotta toast to you, you, nothing is a bad mood
Hunnids on your bag you did it, getting money is a fad too
I just gotta toast to you, you, nothing is a bad mood
Hunnids on your bag you did it, getting money is fad too
I just gotta toast to you



Credits
Writer(s): Quincy Taylor Brown
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