CARTIER HALO
Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah
I got the exotic all up in the wood, I cant roll up with no tobacco
She want a getaway i think we could, we in the ocean Tobago
He want the smoke ask to pop up the hood, L.M.A.O if you say so
Bitch I got too many thoughts on my mind thinking that I got to lay low
I got to get out the habit of spending a bag my first step on Rodeo
Shawty a angel, got sent down by god
Rocking the Cartier halo
That hoe a freak she lock the door behind us
Already grabbing that ass like its Play-Doh
She wanna go down on me and she like what she see
Yeah she making me bust volcano
She like the alfredo, eat it up
Hot like the summer its heating up
They all asleep better wake em up
They having a hard time keeping up
Why would I stop what im doing if this always working out all in my favor
Thotty gon hit up my line and I move em to general, I save em for later
Itching to go break the bank, The manager said I'm addicted to paper
Light up the blunt, take a lil hit, that shit exploding with flavor
He really thought that he was him, I was just doing a favor
She look at me like I am a god, praying to Ramen her savior
I took his bitch like oh my god you ain't gon be seeing her later
He causing a scene outside the club, we gon discuss this shit later
Throw on a clean fit for the shoot, now we the cover of Fader
I done went up in the ranks, I'm a number one player
Never gave that bitch a rack, now she a hater
We going straight to the back, follow the waiter
She wanna go round the world so imma take her
Think I'm in love with that bitch but I don't wanna date her
I got the exotic all up in the wood, I cant roll up with no tobacco
She want a getaway i think we could, we in the ocean Tobago
He want the smoke ask to pop up the hood, L.M.A.O if you say so
Bitch I got too many thoughts on my mind thinking that I got to lay low
I got to get out the habit of spending a bag my first step on Rodeo
Shawty a angel, got sent down by god
Rocking the Cartier halo
Bitch I got too many thoughts on my mind thinking that I got to lay low
I got to get out the habit of spending a bag my first step on Rodeo
Shawty a angel, got sent down by god
Rocking the Cartier halo
Yeah Yeah
I got the exotic all up in the wood, I cant roll up with no tobacco
She want a getaway i think we could, we in the ocean Tobago
He want the smoke ask to pop up the hood, L.M.A.O if you say so
Bitch I got too many thoughts on my mind thinking that I got to lay low
I got to get out the habit of spending a bag my first step on Rodeo
Shawty a angel, got sent down by god
Rocking the Cartier halo
That hoe a freak she lock the door behind us
Already grabbing that ass like its Play-Doh
She wanna go down on me and she like what she see
Yeah she making me bust volcano
She like the alfredo, eat it up
Hot like the summer its heating up
They all asleep better wake em up
They having a hard time keeping up
Why would I stop what im doing if this always working out all in my favor
Thotty gon hit up my line and I move em to general, I save em for later
Itching to go break the bank, The manager said I'm addicted to paper
Light up the blunt, take a lil hit, that shit exploding with flavor
He really thought that he was him, I was just doing a favor
She look at me like I am a god, praying to Ramen her savior
I took his bitch like oh my god you ain't gon be seeing her later
He causing a scene outside the club, we gon discuss this shit later
Throw on a clean fit for the shoot, now we the cover of Fader
I done went up in the ranks, I'm a number one player
Never gave that bitch a rack, now she a hater
We going straight to the back, follow the waiter
She wanna go round the world so imma take her
Think I'm in love with that bitch but I don't wanna date her
I got the exotic all up in the wood, I cant roll up with no tobacco
She want a getaway i think we could, we in the ocean Tobago
He want the smoke ask to pop up the hood, L.M.A.O if you say so
Bitch I got too many thoughts on my mind thinking that I got to lay low
I got to get out the habit of spending a bag my first step on Rodeo
Shawty a angel, got sent down by god
Rocking the Cartier halo
Bitch I got too many thoughts on my mind thinking that I got to lay low
I got to get out the habit of spending a bag my first step on Rodeo
Shawty a angel, got sent down by god
Rocking the Cartier halo
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Writer(s): Mark Rubinshteyn
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