Lyrics

[Intro] (Runway) (One day) I want to, I want Look [Verse 1] I-35 with it top down Quick to tell a hater that you'll get like me Seem like everybody wanna be the boss, but it comes to these lames, ain't shit like me Drop a couple bands on the crypto fans Know my shit go, I ain't gotta tell 'em what it is Tell 'em I'm a grown ass man, so youl'l never fool me with the cap you be sellin' to the kids Shawty, we the lords of the land, we wavy Bad lil' mama tryna have a nigga baby In the coupe, seat cover like gravy Children of the sun, why these niggas so shady? Boss talk with the wolf pack, I ain't ever look back Got a couple bands and I flip that I be chillin' with my shawty, got the crib on karate Keep up, lil' baby, that's a kick back Can't flex on a nigga, livin' hate free Buddy he say he real, but I know that nigga can't be Pay a nigga up for the late fee Hit her from the side, tell her, "Get home safely" Got three chains, neck strong than a bitch Checks long than a bitch, I'm up now And I make lil' baby feel good in the hood 'Round juice, shawty can't put her cup down [Chorus] Glide through your hood like soap on a runway No sleep, check a bag on a Sunday Get it in the moment, I don't gotta save one day Beef cool, he don't really want gunplay Slide through your side like a spoon on ice cream Say I'm fallin' off, baby, that's a pipe dream Everybody win when they ball for the right dream (Ayy, ayy) Gotta shine like a star (Look), I'm a light beam [Verse 2] Gettin' to the cash, stop playin' with me (Stop) You be in her DM but she layin' with me (Ha) Ain't really much you could say to a G I'm on the road, I be everywhere they pay me to be These niggas ballin' on the internet, stop it (Don't do that) I take some words and I turned 'em into profit (I'm with that) Retro 3 jersey, I'm the answer Please stop hatin' on the King, that's cancer 'Bout to slang a iPhone for the quick flip Makin' magic in the mix like Bisquick Turn her to a slip-n'-slide on the slick shit Showin' love to the fans, get a quick flic And my Granny picked cotton, I'ma pick her a mansion (Yep) Scalin' up the company, we thinkin' expansion (Yep) Everything homegrown, cool on the chemicals Small town fly, got her neck full of mineral [Chorus] Glide through your hood like soap on a runway No sleep, check a bag on a Sunday Get it in the moment, I don't gotta save one day Beef cool, he don't really want gunplay Slide through your side like a spoon on ice cream Say I'm fallin' off, baby, that's a pipe dream Everybody win when they ball for the right dream Gotta shine like a star, I'm a light beam