Lyrics

[Intro] Hit my line, you know that head was great Oh, yeah, alright, don't do romancin' One more time, you gotta run the fades Oh, yeah, alright, one more [Verse] I been blowin' through the money like it grow on trees I been fuckin' on a French bitch, c'est la vie I just put 'em on a jet, now they all Italian Way I'm dressin' tell I been to a thousand islands This bitch lie 'bout gettin' shots, but she still a stallion She don't even get the joke, but she still smilin' Every night late night like I'm Jimmy Fallon Cro shoot from anywhere like he Ray Allen Crodie, turn me up Crodie, turn me up Crodie, turn me up Got a fur on in Tampa, got me burnin' up Shorty say she graduated, she ain't learn enough Play your album, track one, 'kay, I heard enough Girl, the driver downstairs, better hurry up Savage got a new stick he wanna dirty up Touch down in NY, tear the Mercer up Ayy, Bottega shades with the grey tints Introduce me to her nigga, yeah, it make sense Gotta put her on the team, got a great bench Linking with the opps, bitch, I did that shit for J Prince Bitch, I did it for the mob ties Feel like seventeen, two Percs, frog eyes And I never been the one to go apologize Me, I'd rather hit 'em up one more time Ayy, known the girl for six months, dinner up at my place But I got these diamonds on my neck, so it's a blind date All my niggas on the roads raising up the crime rate Your name not ringin' out here, it's on vibrate And she took a score, now shorty gotta hydrate And he did some dirt, now my crodie gotta migrate Prolly won't see him for some years, when I do, though Turn me up Crodie, turn me up Crodie, turn me up Ayy, Crodie, turn me Ayy, yeah, what? Crodie, turn me