Malibu (feat. Duragkev)
Sold my, sold my soul
Sold my, so what?
Get to the bucks
(Get to the bucks)
Sippin' on that Malibu
Sippin' on that Malibu
Why you trippin' I ain't mad at you
Talking shit but why you mad at me
Got the money but it had to be
Set in stone like Thanos
Take a trip to the Keys with pianos
Problems raining down, copped an umbrella
When I speak, know I speak to the teller
Her complexion looks like Nutella
Jay Z on these plays had to go Roc-A-Fella (yeah)
Look at the insides know its gold you know that it's crisp
I saw the street sign, know I'm chosen its a gift
Jordan in his prime, If I shoot I never miss (swish)
Shorty on my line, only thing she get is dick
And my fits are blind, all I heard was take a flick
I been sipping in my cup, you know this cup is almost empty
Yeah this cup is almost empty, diamonds on me and they racing
Pop a perky its amazing, on the E-way police chasing
Shorty bad she really caking, Money counting' paper chasing
Like Doodlebob we gone erase him
Why you hating get some paper
God damn this cup is empty I'm vibing and I'm flexing
I'm rapping bout this Malibu like I be in her kitty
They put the odds against me, but they ain't got shit against me
The shit I do they say its crazy, now they look at me with envy
I don't want shit but the dough, want a new Lambo and a Rolls
All of my diamonds on froze, who is your man he a hoe
Lil shorty a smoochie she gone blow (yeah)
Lil shorty a smoochie she gone blow (yeah)
This lean in my cup you know I be sippin', aye
I'm high off the shrooms you know I be trippin', aye
That nigga was scared stop running stop trippin', aye
Yeah
Sippin' on that Malibu
Sippin' on that Malibu
Why you trippin' I ain't mad at you
Talking shit but why you mad at me
Got the money but it had to be
Set in stone like Thanos
Take a trip to the Keys with pianos
Problems raining down, copped an umbrella
When I speak, know I speak to the teller
Her complexion looks like Nutella
Jay Z on these plays had to go Roc-A-Fella (yeah)
Look at the insides know it's gold you know that it's crisp
I saw the street sign, know I'm chosen its a gift
Jordan in his prime, If I shoot I never miss (swish)
Shorty on my line, only thing she get is dick
And my fits are blind, all I heard was take a flick
I been sipping in my cup, you know this cup is almost empty
Sold my, so what?
Get to the bucks
(Get to the bucks)
Sippin' on that Malibu
Sippin' on that Malibu
Why you trippin' I ain't mad at you
Talking shit but why you mad at me
Got the money but it had to be
Set in stone like Thanos
Take a trip to the Keys with pianos
Problems raining down, copped an umbrella
When I speak, know I speak to the teller
Her complexion looks like Nutella
Jay Z on these plays had to go Roc-A-Fella (yeah)
Look at the insides know its gold you know that it's crisp
I saw the street sign, know I'm chosen its a gift
Jordan in his prime, If I shoot I never miss (swish)
Shorty on my line, only thing she get is dick
And my fits are blind, all I heard was take a flick
I been sipping in my cup, you know this cup is almost empty
Yeah this cup is almost empty, diamonds on me and they racing
Pop a perky its amazing, on the E-way police chasing
Shorty bad she really caking, Money counting' paper chasing
Like Doodlebob we gone erase him
Why you hating get some paper
God damn this cup is empty I'm vibing and I'm flexing
I'm rapping bout this Malibu like I be in her kitty
They put the odds against me, but they ain't got shit against me
The shit I do they say its crazy, now they look at me with envy
I don't want shit but the dough, want a new Lambo and a Rolls
All of my diamonds on froze, who is your man he a hoe
Lil shorty a smoochie she gone blow (yeah)
Lil shorty a smoochie she gone blow (yeah)
This lean in my cup you know I be sippin', aye
I'm high off the shrooms you know I be trippin', aye
That nigga was scared stop running stop trippin', aye
Yeah
Sippin' on that Malibu
Sippin' on that Malibu
Why you trippin' I ain't mad at you
Talking shit but why you mad at me
Got the money but it had to be
Set in stone like Thanos
Take a trip to the Keys with pianos
Problems raining down, copped an umbrella
When I speak, know I speak to the teller
Her complexion looks like Nutella
Jay Z on these plays had to go Roc-A-Fella (yeah)
Look at the insides know it's gold you know that it's crisp
I saw the street sign, know I'm chosen its a gift
Jordan in his prime, If I shoot I never miss (swish)
Shorty on my line, only thing she get is dick
And my fits are blind, all I heard was take a flick
I been sipping in my cup, you know this cup is almost empty
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Writer(s): Durag Kev
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