Facetime

Uh, uh, I got it from my momma
Just paid the beamer cash, I need somethin else for the summer
Uh, uh, the trap, been doin' some numbers
Trading, been makin' double, been locked in, I'm on the hustle

Took a plane, it was commercial, need a PJ
Weighin' up some bags in my Calzones, these my PJs
Feel like Mario Kart's the way I'm drivin' on the E-Way
Told Big Dog that I needed no more time, he gave me leeway

Nascar fast, speedin' with the cash, we just did the dash
It get lonely sometimes, just use me, my eyes, and Ziploc bags
Them boys hot, they like used material, ride with no tags
We tyin' knots, but not with rope and rubber bands, it's stacked to cash

Rubber bands, it's stacked to cash
We tyin' knots, but not with rope and rubber bands, it's stacked to cash
Rubber bands, it's stacked to cash
We tyin' knots, but not with rope and rubber bands, it's stacked to cash

Uh, uh, I got it from my mama
Just paid the beamer I need something else for the summer
Uh, uh, the trap, been doin' some numbers
Trading, been makin' double, been locked in, I'm on the hustle

Make it flip, make it do a lil' dance for the people
She wanna flick, Diz be doin' what he can for the people
It's legit, corporations in advance, it's all legal
I need it print, drop the blueprints and the plans on the table

We overseas, expensive fabric ocean breeze
Supercars with foreign keys, this the shit I used to dream of
Nintendo switch from haters, now they turn to all believers
Been tossin' packs like Purdy for the niners got receivers

Uh, uh, I got it from my mama
Just paid the beamer cash, and need something else for the summer
Uh, uh, the trap, been doin' some numbers
Trading, been makin' double, been locked in, I'm on the hustle
Uh, uh, uh, uh



Credits
Writer(s): Diz Rielle
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