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Vibe, check
I put in that work until I get what I want (Want, want, want)
Style, check
Double C's on every thread I gotta pick what I flaunt (Flaunt, flaunt, flaunt)
I got my mind made up
I just need my space yuh
Wanna spend my ti-ime with no guidelines
Why not lay up
I got my mind made up
I just need my space yuh
Wanna spend my ti-ime with no guidelines
Why not lay up

Why I wanna work all week
Been up I ain't got no sleep
Everyday seem long as hell
Pour up while I sip that klink
I got no control of my actions
I seen green now I'm taxing
Fuck out my face what you asking
Told em give me five like Jackson
They not on the shit that I'm on
Valet the keys put ya needs under my own
My niggas keep heat like Spyro
Yeah we cut hoes off like lipo
They wanna know what I do
See the flash wherever I go
They can't drip like I tell em catch this tide
I did all this shit on my own
I ain't really conversatin
Less these niggas compensating
High fash got me circulating
So clean and I know they hating
Spend cheese for the confirmation
Let's spend time away yuh
This shit gone drive me crazy
What ya need I got it baby
I want that Rollie bust down
Yeah I'm finna touch down
Might just hit up Cape Town
Walk in the shit get shutdown
I'm the one they hunt down
From the H I come down
Got them paps at every corner
I'm the one run down

Vibe, check
I put in that work until I get what I want (Want, want, want)
Style, check
Double C's on every thread I gotta pick what I flaunt (Flaunt, flaunt, flaunt)
I got my mind made up
I just need my space yuh
Wanna spend my ti-ime with no guidelines
Why not lay up
I got my mind made up
I just need my space yuh
Wanna spend my ti-ime with no guidelines
Why not lay up

I'm out for the ni-ight
Ying yang make that thang say ay-ay uh
I aint got the ti-ime
Tryna get my piece of the pie-ie uh
They ain't styling like I-I
No Harry but these niggas on a fine line uh
Mix ginger with the rye-eye
Can't see me they ain't getting no insight
Play tape with the highlight I'm balling on niggas like Larry (Larry, Larry)
Niggas tryna come up on my blindside might catch the photo on getty (Getty, getty)
I just wanna chill like klondike Luxy might be in yo city (City, city)
Like every other week got somebody new saying they wanna go steady
I'm an anomaly
These niggas is tired of me
Put me in the finest cloths and jewels if you proud of me
They greener than broccoli
Ain't a nigga topping me
Niggas talking reckless tell em to renew they policies
I mean they still taking shots must be Cupid
I'm out in London stepping out all of that new shit
On they necks ain't got O2 that shit exclusive
It is my space we different pages get a clue bitch

Vibe, check
I put in that work until I get what I want (Want, want, want)
Style, check
Double C's on every thread I gotta pick what I flaunt (Flaunt, flaunt, flaunt)
I got my mind made up
I just need my space yuh
Wanna spend my ti-ime with no guidelines
Why not lay up
I got my mind made up
I just need my space yuh
Wanna spend my ti-ime with no guidelines
Why not lay up



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Writer(s): Torian Armstrong
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