Chillin' Watching Jeopardy
Look, I keep it real chill like Jeopardy
Girl on my side laying next to me
White tank top, short shorts looking good
Phone lit up and my stocks looking good
Money triple Double more than Russel Westbrook
Life is good
No, Life is great
I rotate who I date cause I can't wait
I can't make you mine
Im tryna make it, I'm
I'm on the grind
29
I'm Turning 30, yea I'm running out time
Still young and my back hurts all the time
Probably From carrying all this weight
The gym got me running late
And your bitch got me in shape
And I'm smoking weed all day
If I can't get to that money than I relocate
This beat D.O.A
Once I turn it on I'm smashing it, I need no breaks
Bitch I'm all gas
Like... What the fuck I ate?
Always finishing my plate
Always started what I finished cause I'm choosing my own way
If ya'll losing go away
Only winners In my space and pretty bitches at my place
Only the ones in front can be chased
I was giving her a taste of her own medicine
I'm the same as you, I worked hard I'm not better than
Anybody else
If I was liquor you would find me on the top shelf
I'm hard to reach, hard to sell, hardly felt
Look, I keep it real chill like Jeopardy
Girl on my side laying next to me
White tank top, short shorts looking good
Phone lit up and my stocks looking good
Money triple double more than Russel Westbrook
Life is good
No, Life is great
I rotate who I date cause I can't wait
I can't make you mine
Im tryna make it, I'm
I'm on the grind (I'm on it)
Girl on my side laying next to me
White tank top, short shorts looking good
Phone lit up and my stocks looking good
Money triple Double more than Russel Westbrook
Life is good
No, Life is great
I rotate who I date cause I can't wait
I can't make you mine
Im tryna make it, I'm
I'm on the grind
29
I'm Turning 30, yea I'm running out time
Still young and my back hurts all the time
Probably From carrying all this weight
The gym got me running late
And your bitch got me in shape
And I'm smoking weed all day
If I can't get to that money than I relocate
This beat D.O.A
Once I turn it on I'm smashing it, I need no breaks
Bitch I'm all gas
Like... What the fuck I ate?
Always finishing my plate
Always started what I finished cause I'm choosing my own way
If ya'll losing go away
Only winners In my space and pretty bitches at my place
Only the ones in front can be chased
I was giving her a taste of her own medicine
I'm the same as you, I worked hard I'm not better than
Anybody else
If I was liquor you would find me on the top shelf
I'm hard to reach, hard to sell, hardly felt
Look, I keep it real chill like Jeopardy
Girl on my side laying next to me
White tank top, short shorts looking good
Phone lit up and my stocks looking good
Money triple double more than Russel Westbrook
Life is good
No, Life is great
I rotate who I date cause I can't wait
I can't make you mine
Im tryna make it, I'm
I'm on the grind (I'm on it)
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Writer(s): Jared Prinzo
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