Mimosas
Gold Chain round my neck
Diggin' the look
Cashin' a check, feel like a rook
Run to the money, chasin' this guala
Hit up your honey, she say you mala
Poppin' a tesla, not talkin' musk
Took a siesta, started at dusk
Wake up feelin' jaded, tryna be up
Gas got me faded, time to pour up
Wild for the night, got me like Rocky
Fuck bein' polite, I'm hot like a taki
Wake up, issa new day, might buy a Glockie
Nah man, fuck that, I ain't that cocky
Sippin' mimosas, at lunch with a bad bitch
Baby girl fuck up the fits, she a savage
Get bread together, stackin' the cabbage
Leave behind all of this baggage, yeah
Listen to ya, cause you tell it's so real
Feelin' the love, turn my heart to steel
Clarky he full of all of this zeal
Maybe one day imma get down and kneel
Till then, I'm killin' these beats, workin' 40 hour weeks
Fuck up the floor, & we'll fuck up the sheets
Fuck up the floor, & we'll fuck up the sheets ah
Gold Chain round my neck
Diggin' the look
Cashin' a check, feel like a rook
Run to the money, chasin' this guala
Hit up your honey, she say you mala
Poppin' a tesla, not talkin' musk
Took a siesta, started at dusk
Wake up feelin' jaded, tryna be up
Gas got me faded, time to pour up
Pull off in the V, zoomin' hella fast
Hit the freeway, seventy plus on the dash
Nothin' in the stash, cause I'm keepin' it clean
Tasted some Molly, had me in a dream
Wake up and get money, I'm workin' the minimum
Daydreamin' bout buns, not talkin' Cinnabon Runnin' it like El Chapo
Mamacitas me llamo Clarky el guapo (guapo)
Escuchame cuando estoy en el studio
Oh, oh, yeah, Imma pull up on ya, Bronny James with the clip
Pour up a four and I just took a sip
Spritin' that biddy, still got hella litty
Was puffin' on zooties like me, big ol' booties
Got love for them all though, ain't discriminatin' Stay dodgin' the hatin', Clarky
Gold Chain round my neck
Diggin' the look
Cashin' a check, feel like a rook
Run to the money, chasin' this guala
Hit up your honey, she say you mala
Poppin' a tesla, not talkin' musk
Took a siesta, started at dusk
Wake up feelin' jaded, tryna be up
Gas got me faded, time to pour up
Diggin' the look
Cashin' a check, feel like a rook
Run to the money, chasin' this guala
Hit up your honey, she say you mala
Poppin' a tesla, not talkin' musk
Took a siesta, started at dusk
Wake up feelin' jaded, tryna be up
Gas got me faded, time to pour up
Wild for the night, got me like Rocky
Fuck bein' polite, I'm hot like a taki
Wake up, issa new day, might buy a Glockie
Nah man, fuck that, I ain't that cocky
Sippin' mimosas, at lunch with a bad bitch
Baby girl fuck up the fits, she a savage
Get bread together, stackin' the cabbage
Leave behind all of this baggage, yeah
Listen to ya, cause you tell it's so real
Feelin' the love, turn my heart to steel
Clarky he full of all of this zeal
Maybe one day imma get down and kneel
Till then, I'm killin' these beats, workin' 40 hour weeks
Fuck up the floor, & we'll fuck up the sheets
Fuck up the floor, & we'll fuck up the sheets ah
Gold Chain round my neck
Diggin' the look
Cashin' a check, feel like a rook
Run to the money, chasin' this guala
Hit up your honey, she say you mala
Poppin' a tesla, not talkin' musk
Took a siesta, started at dusk
Wake up feelin' jaded, tryna be up
Gas got me faded, time to pour up
Pull off in the V, zoomin' hella fast
Hit the freeway, seventy plus on the dash
Nothin' in the stash, cause I'm keepin' it clean
Tasted some Molly, had me in a dream
Wake up and get money, I'm workin' the minimum
Daydreamin' bout buns, not talkin' Cinnabon Runnin' it like El Chapo
Mamacitas me llamo Clarky el guapo (guapo)
Escuchame cuando estoy en el studio
Oh, oh, yeah, Imma pull up on ya, Bronny James with the clip
Pour up a four and I just took a sip
Spritin' that biddy, still got hella litty
Was puffin' on zooties like me, big ol' booties
Got love for them all though, ain't discriminatin' Stay dodgin' the hatin', Clarky
Gold Chain round my neck
Diggin' the look
Cashin' a check, feel like a rook
Run to the money, chasin' this guala
Hit up your honey, she say you mala
Poppin' a tesla, not talkin' musk
Took a siesta, started at dusk
Wake up feelin' jaded, tryna be up
Gas got me faded, time to pour up
Credits
Writer(s): Clark Diama
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