Orange Village

Make sure them seats first class
Yeah
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

Takin pictures overseas, money hittin' my account
Old school's tucked away, might be time to bring 'em out
Bentayga in the cut with the touchscreen ooh wow
Might take a drive to Monterrey to go and cool out
I got old money for real and some new guap
I had to separate from a few, they movin' too hot
So much money on my schedule, I ain't got time
Out in Detroit eatin' fruit with a top model
Coupe, no rims, we some gentleman (Dang)
We got many M's, don't belittle him
Hit the steam room and then I talk percentages
Orange juice and a bagel, I got different businesses (Keep going)
I did it all, no assist, who went hard like this?
I want the 'Rari, drop six, nigga (Drop six, nigga)
I paid cash for the (Yeah)
Got the deed for the (Yeah)
You just thought I had
Come on, you know I'm smarter than that
I hit the booth and then I slaughter the track
You niggas gotta relax
Look, I do this shit in my sleep
It's just normal, you can keep the receipts
My nigga, what's happening?

Livin', workin', tryin' for a better day
You should roll with me, you can be my bae
Pull up in that thing like skrrt, skrrt
Don't worry 'bout me, I'll make it work, work
You can see it in my eyes, I didn't come to play
Yeah, yeah, oh, oh

Woke up in the morning, I was yawning
Caught a bottleneckin'
Wrote a record, hopped up in the shower
Thank Allah for blessin
Dot connector, I be manifestin'
Had to apply the pressure
Sent for Tesla, always with the best
Just had to break for breakfast
Slave through trife, game of Tetris, little effort
Curbside service on bourbon from the higher crevice
Upper echelon, I done rose from the lower don
So I focus on gettin' sums, I'ma grow the funds
Let me move along

Movin' right along, I'm a don, slingin' verses, poems
Call me Diddy Combs, I'm a bad boy from the slums
Slid to the store, had a masseuse, baby blonde
I was introduced to somethin' exlcuse' avion
Might hit a lick, set in the mix, itchy palms
Money comin' quick, lighter the risk, heavy on
Gotta keep it on me, sunny and stormy, I'm Man at Arms
Master of the universe, pen a verse, then I'm gone

Livin', workin', tryin' for a better day
You should roll with me, you can be my bae
Pull up in that thing like skrrt, skrrt
Don't worry 'bout me, I'll make it work, work
You can see it in my eyes, I didn't come to play
Yeah, yeah, oh, oh

Slidin' through the trench and shit
Fuck around, tossed a motherfuckin' mink on
You know what I mean?
It's a nice-ass day, ayy
And when you the good kind, it come back every time
Straight up
Man, Slum Village
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

I had to get the fuck out of Dodge
The spot got hit
The only person I can think of is Jorge
He can make all this disappear
Bro, I can't believe this shit
Fuck



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Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Eliot Peter Phillip Dubock
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