Smiles (Instrumental)
Amiri on the jeans, held up with the Louis belt
Keep your heart, don't want it type that really never felt
Don't want love just want money and the music, all I'm bout
Blue strip on it, put her in the prada, bank account
Bank account jumpin, music bumpin, smokin pac
Smoke for so long, stuck up high ain't comin back
Money so long, they think I'm cappin check the stack
Did this shit myself, so when they ask for help I call em wack
Think they was there for me, fuck no but I never lacked
Kept it real and put the music first got back on track
Anybody in the way, we pushin to the rack
Love anybody fuck with me tho, we gon get the stack
She said she wanna pop a bean
When she said she love me, said what you mean
Most my shit from overseas
Filling up the cart with the Gucci and the Louis V
Got a broken heart, move from bitch to bitch like honeybee
Got push on the start, swervin in two lanes when you see me
Yeah you play your part, Like a drone, on the tv
What I make is art, you can't clone in reality
When I get on the charts, you gon be like who the fuck is he
And to all my haters, all smiles we gon make you see
All smiles, all smiles, all smiles, all smiles
Cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese
Got the cheese, got the paper
Got the cheese, got the paper
Hope she already got it, cause I don't save her
Hope she already got it, cause I don't save her
Keep your heart, don't want it type that really never felt
Don't want love just want money and the music, all I'm bout
Blue strip on it, put her in the prada, bank account
Bank account jumpin, music bumpin, smokin pac
Smoke for so long, stuck up high ain't comin back
Money so long, they think I'm cappin check the stack
Did this shit myself, so when they ask for help I call em wack
Think they was there for me, fuck no but I never lacked
Kept it real and put the music first got back on track
Anybody in the way, we pushin to the rack
Love anybody fuck with me tho, we gon get the stack
She said she wanna pop a bean
When she said she love me, said what you mean
Most my shit from overseas
Filling up the cart with the Gucci and the Louis V
Got a broken heart, move from bitch to bitch like honeybee
Got push on the start, swervin in two lanes when you see me
Yeah you play your part, Like a drone, on the tv
What I make is art, you can't clone in reality
When I get on the charts, you gon be like who the fuck is he
And to all my haters, all smiles we gon make you see
All smiles, all smiles, all smiles, all smiles
Cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese
Got the cheese, got the paper
Got the cheese, got the paper
Hope she already got it, cause I don't save her
Hope she already got it, cause I don't save her
Credits
Writer(s): Sydney Colaw
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