Cancun

Tryna run me up a sack so I can cash out with my niggas
I done spent time looking back now I done fast forward my vision
Fuck you if you ain't listen
Kill em all that's my decision

If I find that boy that dirt my cousin he gon' wind up missing
I been tryna go and get that cash and get my momma richer
Find out most these people ain't for me so I been keeping distance
I been pushing P since ABC's and playing hide and get it

She gon' hop on me and scream for God like she can't lose religion
Ten toes in them streets to get them racks
But I'm gon' start a business
All them days them people put they doubts in me
It made my heart relentless
She been sending pictures to my phone and texts I know you missed

Don't ask how much I paid for my denim said it's so expensive
Watching what I speak got up on my feet
Cause I had to stand on business
Everybody gon' eat got racks on me like a young nigga playing tennis
Put snipers on your roof might call the troops
And get your memories dented
Same bitch ain't want fuck hop in that Benz soon as she see me in it

Can't wait to go and bust down my wrist I already iced the pendant
Can't bring sand to the beach but I got my heat
If it get too hot in the streets
She say I'm nonchalant when I speak still never tired of me
I keep her locked in like a lease but she don't hardly leave
She love me like ghetto hoes love hot cheetos and potted meat

Tryna run me up a sack so I can cash out with my niggas
I done spent time looking back now I done fast forward my vision
Fuck you if you ain't listen
Kill em all that's my decision
If I find that boy that dirt my cousin he gon' wind up missing
He gon' wind up missing
He gon' wind up missing

You know what the fuck going on
He gon' wind up missing
He gon' wind up missing
And we still putting that bag first

You know it's money over everything



Credits
Writer(s): Joel White, Mirgali Tursunov
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