Sidewayz
Yeah
Mint Burns in this bitch
Smoked out, yeah yeah
Whole team going up, I'm a take you back with it
I ain't got front, ain't coming at you sideways no
She want Louis luggage she want all my loving
Like we fucked or something where the volume in this bitch
Turn me up
You gonna be lit if you hop in my car
Every chef we fuck with five star
And I move like a real life rockstar
When I pull up Hollywood and Ivar
In Mumbai they call me Akbar, more money just make me shop
In Atlanta with all my tapsters see we just tryna make it to the top
And the money ain't the only motive, just stay focused
She want exotics she want Ranges she was roses (want it all)
Just left college, no time to play no games
She tryna get a job and keep it honest just no minimum wage
Where it's at, I'm pulling up no riff raff
You know them thangs go click clack, ass like I drum I hit that
And I made some bands I flipped that
Everyday stoned like Mick Jag
Eyes so low got big bags
Whip so new got temp tags
Whole team going up, I'm a take you back with it
I ain't got front, ain't coming at you sideways no
She want Louis luggage she want all my loving
Like we fucked or something where the volume in this bitch
Turn me up
Whole team going up, I'm a take you back with it
I ain't got front, ain't coming at you sideways no
She want Louis luggage she want all my loving
Like we fucked or something where the volume in this bitch
Turn me up
You know I'm the man so why you trying me babe
And you know I'm physic why you lie to me babe
I smoke all this green sand I do voodoo, Burns working on that new new
All my homies down to invest so the money keep flowing like a su su
And I don't even care what car she drive cause she got milage
I don't need Gucci I don't need Louis I don't need a stylist
Pull up to the palace, see what the vibe is
I was in the minus still felt rich like call me your highness
I hit the melody like, got her weak
On the road OT, up late no sleep you know I'm checking on you
You can be my trophy wife there's something special about you
Don't meant to put pressure on you
Whole team going up, I'm a take you back with it
I ain't got front, ain't coming at you sideways no
She want Louis luggage she want all my loving
Like we fucked or something where the volume in this bitch
Turn me up
Whole team going up, I'm a take you back with it
I ain't got front, ain't coming at you sideways no
She want Louis luggage she want all my loving
Like we fucked or something where the volume in this bitch
Turn me up
Mint Burns in this bitch
Smoked out, yeah yeah
Whole team going up, I'm a take you back with it
I ain't got front, ain't coming at you sideways no
She want Louis luggage she want all my loving
Like we fucked or something where the volume in this bitch
Turn me up
You gonna be lit if you hop in my car
Every chef we fuck with five star
And I move like a real life rockstar
When I pull up Hollywood and Ivar
In Mumbai they call me Akbar, more money just make me shop
In Atlanta with all my tapsters see we just tryna make it to the top
And the money ain't the only motive, just stay focused
She want exotics she want Ranges she was roses (want it all)
Just left college, no time to play no games
She tryna get a job and keep it honest just no minimum wage
Where it's at, I'm pulling up no riff raff
You know them thangs go click clack, ass like I drum I hit that
And I made some bands I flipped that
Everyday stoned like Mick Jag
Eyes so low got big bags
Whip so new got temp tags
Whole team going up, I'm a take you back with it
I ain't got front, ain't coming at you sideways no
She want Louis luggage she want all my loving
Like we fucked or something where the volume in this bitch
Turn me up
Whole team going up, I'm a take you back with it
I ain't got front, ain't coming at you sideways no
She want Louis luggage she want all my loving
Like we fucked or something where the volume in this bitch
Turn me up
You know I'm the man so why you trying me babe
And you know I'm physic why you lie to me babe
I smoke all this green sand I do voodoo, Burns working on that new new
All my homies down to invest so the money keep flowing like a su su
And I don't even care what car she drive cause she got milage
I don't need Gucci I don't need Louis I don't need a stylist
Pull up to the palace, see what the vibe is
I was in the minus still felt rich like call me your highness
I hit the melody like, got her weak
On the road OT, up late no sleep you know I'm checking on you
You can be my trophy wife there's something special about you
Don't meant to put pressure on you
Whole team going up, I'm a take you back with it
I ain't got front, ain't coming at you sideways no
She want Louis luggage she want all my loving
Like we fucked or something where the volume in this bitch
Turn me up
Whole team going up, I'm a take you back with it
I ain't got front, ain't coming at you sideways no
She want Louis luggage she want all my loving
Like we fucked or something where the volume in this bitch
Turn me up
Credits
Writer(s): Mats Andersson
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