Tension
Vibe dealer
It's ya boy Clouds
Okay, un huh, yea
I took her down to Somerset
It ain't trickin when you got a bag
Man, this shit ain't nothin to me
But I ain't really here to brag, no, no
I took your bitch to Prada just to pop some tags
Hahahahaha
Okay
Girl, you fuckin wit a real one
I ain't like these other rappers, no, no
I really got it out the mud
Ain't no cappin in my rappin, oh, no
I know you wanna see the finer things
I can make it happen, oh, ohh
Just hop up in the c-class, put your seat back and tell me where you wanna go
Girl you know that you the baddest, all these other hoes is hatin
They know they ain't fuckin wit you, no, no
Always tryin to throw some shade up on the gram
But you know like I know, they ain't even worth a mention, oh, no
And I don't know what time they on, but it don't matter
Me and you, we in a whole 'nother dimension, oh, ohh
They swear that they ain't bothered but they lyin and they know it
Man, I can feel the tension, oh, oh
Hold up, let me slow it down
I don't really think you ready for me
Y'all aint hearin what I'm sayin, oh, no
Bitch, stop fuckin playin wit me
I been gettin money since a snot nose
Man I swear to God this shit so easy for me
I do whatever I wanna now
In a different city every weekend, oh, ohh
Hahaha
It ain't trickin when you got a bag
It ain't nothin when you got a little money
I took your bitch to Prada just to pop some tags
I pull up in a new whip
Y'all ain't even see me coming
Buddy this a Huracan
This bitch cost a couple hundred
I gotta baddy riding shotgun
She like it when I drive fast
She tell me that it make her wet
Everytime I do the dash, let's go
Girl you know that you the baddest, all these other hoes is hatin
They know they ain't fuckin wit you, no, no
Always tryin to throw some shade up on the gram
But you know like I know, they ain't even worth a mention, oh, no
And I don't know what time they on, but it don't matter
Me and you, we in a whole 'nother dimension, oh, ohh
They swear that they ain't bothered but they lyin and they know it
Man, I can feel the tension, oh, oh
It's ya boy Clouds
Okay, un huh, yea
I took her down to Somerset
It ain't trickin when you got a bag
Man, this shit ain't nothin to me
But I ain't really here to brag, no, no
I took your bitch to Prada just to pop some tags
Hahahahaha
Okay
Girl, you fuckin wit a real one
I ain't like these other rappers, no, no
I really got it out the mud
Ain't no cappin in my rappin, oh, no
I know you wanna see the finer things
I can make it happen, oh, ohh
Just hop up in the c-class, put your seat back and tell me where you wanna go
Girl you know that you the baddest, all these other hoes is hatin
They know they ain't fuckin wit you, no, no
Always tryin to throw some shade up on the gram
But you know like I know, they ain't even worth a mention, oh, no
And I don't know what time they on, but it don't matter
Me and you, we in a whole 'nother dimension, oh, ohh
They swear that they ain't bothered but they lyin and they know it
Man, I can feel the tension, oh, oh
Hold up, let me slow it down
I don't really think you ready for me
Y'all aint hearin what I'm sayin, oh, no
Bitch, stop fuckin playin wit me
I been gettin money since a snot nose
Man I swear to God this shit so easy for me
I do whatever I wanna now
In a different city every weekend, oh, ohh
Hahaha
It ain't trickin when you got a bag
It ain't nothin when you got a little money
I took your bitch to Prada just to pop some tags
I pull up in a new whip
Y'all ain't even see me coming
Buddy this a Huracan
This bitch cost a couple hundred
I gotta baddy riding shotgun
She like it when I drive fast
She tell me that it make her wet
Everytime I do the dash, let's go
Girl you know that you the baddest, all these other hoes is hatin
They know they ain't fuckin wit you, no, no
Always tryin to throw some shade up on the gram
But you know like I know, they ain't even worth a mention, oh, no
And I don't know what time they on, but it don't matter
Me and you, we in a whole 'nother dimension, oh, ohh
They swear that they ain't bothered but they lyin and they know it
Man, I can feel the tension, oh, oh
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Writer(s): Kevin Gillette
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