Celean (feat. Quavo)
(Damn, Kai, you goin' crazy)
I'm who promoters call with a sixty just to come rock the stage
Pretty girl takin' shots inside a bulletproof Escalade
I'm who promoters call when they wanna pack out the venue, nigga
Pretty girl takin' shots in the back seat of the bulletproof
Celean, Celean
Ain't talkin' designer, I'm talkin' promethazine
Celean, Celean
How you go from cheap to the most expensive things?
Celean, Celean
The many voices in my ear, "Cap, this the life you wanted"
I told 'em fuck a deal if I gotta sacrifice my homie
They was countin', they ain't never counted us
And my lawyers got the Benz matted up
The whole world plastic, you don't even know
But I'll steal it for you, girl
You can take it how you wanna
Don't take it for granted
I be the one to call when promoters wanna sell out the arena
I be the one to call when a bro need a lawyer about a subpoena
Pretty girls jump inside the bulletproof takin' chances
She be ready just to risk it all in my mansion (Yeah)
Don't take it for granted
Standin' on everything like a tennis shoe, nigga
Pain in my eyes about my nephew, nigga
Don't take it for granted
I'll remember you, nigga
Young rich nigga with million-dollar advances (Yeah)
That's my bitch, it's her first time in some Pucci, young nigga
Design District, shut it down and act a fooly, young nigga
Celean, Celean
Celean, Celean, yeah
I got so many bags in the back seat, can't see my rearview, nigga
I'm havin' Thanksgiving in the Cullinan like a living room, nigga
Only charge I remember the judge throwin' out the courtroom, nigga
I wan' be here with you
Don't take it for granted
I'm who promoters call with a sixty just to come rock the stage
Pretty girl takin' shots inside a bulletproof Escalade
I'm who promoters call when they wanna pack out the venue, nigga
Pretty girl takin' shots in the back seat of the bulletproof
Celean, Celean
Ain't talkin' designer, I'm talkin' promethazine
Celean, Celean
How you go from cheap to the most expensive things?
Celean, Celean
The many voices in my ear, "Cap, this the life you wanted"
I told 'em fuck a deal if I gotta sacrifice my homie
I'm who promoters call with a sixty just to come rock the stage
Pretty girl takin' shots inside a bulletproof Escalade
I'm who promoters call when they wanna pack out the venue, nigga
Pretty girl takin' shots in the back seat of the bulletproof
Celean, Celean
Ain't talkin' designer, I'm talkin' promethazine
Celean, Celean
How you go from cheap to the most expensive things?
Celean, Celean
The many voices in my ear, "Cap, this the life you wanted"
I told 'em fuck a deal if I gotta sacrifice my homie
They was countin', they ain't never counted us
And my lawyers got the Benz matted up
The whole world plastic, you don't even know
But I'll steal it for you, girl
You can take it how you wanna
Don't take it for granted
I be the one to call when promoters wanna sell out the arena
I be the one to call when a bro need a lawyer about a subpoena
Pretty girls jump inside the bulletproof takin' chances
She be ready just to risk it all in my mansion (Yeah)
Don't take it for granted
Standin' on everything like a tennis shoe, nigga
Pain in my eyes about my nephew, nigga
Don't take it for granted
I'll remember you, nigga
Young rich nigga with million-dollar advances (Yeah)
That's my bitch, it's her first time in some Pucci, young nigga
Design District, shut it down and act a fooly, young nigga
Celean, Celean
Celean, Celean, yeah
I got so many bags in the back seat, can't see my rearview, nigga
I'm havin' Thanksgiving in the Cullinan like a living room, nigga
Only charge I remember the judge throwin' out the courtroom, nigga
I wan' be here with you
Don't take it for granted
I'm who promoters call with a sixty just to come rock the stage
Pretty girl takin' shots inside a bulletproof Escalade
I'm who promoters call when they wanna pack out the venue, nigga
Pretty girl takin' shots in the back seat of the bulletproof
Celean, Celean
Ain't talkin' designer, I'm talkin' promethazine
Celean, Celean
How you go from cheap to the most expensive things?
Celean, Celean
The many voices in my ear, "Cap, this the life you wanted"
I told 'em fuck a deal if I gotta sacrifice my homie
Credits
Writer(s): Quavious Keyate Marshall, Kobe V. Crawford, Kai Hasegawa, Marin Moises, David Morse
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