Lyrics

Yeah, stop looking online, my shit custom-made
I ain't gon' be there unless I get paid
I'm just like Carti, I stay out the way, yeah
Make sure when you up, you still sit down and pray
Not focused on love, I just want all the cake, but I like the rush when she says she'll behave
Yeah
It's late in the city, girl, I got a couple drinks in me
I might hit your phone, tell me what we on
You say you off Patron, you say we too far gone
Oh, yeah
Sometimes, you be trippin' on my love like my shoes untied
You can pour another drink, let your body feel right
1942, mix with mexican Sprite, like DJ quick, tonight's the night DJ quick, yeah, tonight's the night
DJ quick, yea tonight's the night
You can pour this drink, I can roll this smoke
With a backwood bro, blowin' thick ass smoke
Boy don't play with us, make a **** get low
When you gettin' bags, man, you gotta lay low
Blowin' smoke up in the whip, you would think I ride with ghosts
Top shelf flower, and I know it make you choke
Top shelf flower, and I know it make you choke
This top shelf flower, and I know it make you choke, like, ah
Yeah, stop looking online, my shit custom-made
I ain't gon' be there unless I get paid
I'm just like Carti, I stay out the way, yeah
Make sure when you up, you still sit down and pray
Not focused on love, I just want all the cake, but I like the rush when she says she'll behave
It's late in the city, girl, I got a couple drinks in me
I might hit your phone, tell me what we on
You say you off Patron, you say we too far gone
I ain't lookin' for love no more
I just wanna stack fetty till I'm comfortable
I just wanna make you mad, go and tell the world
Post me all up on your gram like first overall
First one to hit it right when I put it down
First one to run to when I come to town
Once the liquor hit your bloodstream, you a hound
Barkin' all up in my face like I'm a little child
You're too drunk, shit's outplayed, get a grip
Hurt feelings, little bandages, it's time to rip
Grind on em' like a skater, time to kick flip
Ain't time to find a wife, fuck a mistress
Spendin' money on myself, I gotta make it back
Almost runnin' out supply, gotta cop a pack
Windows tinted dark-knight, when the cops pass
Retire from the game a goat, like I'm on the Pats
Yeah, stop looking online, my shit custom-made
I ain't gon' be there unless I get paid
I'm just like Carti, I stay out the way, yeah
Make sure when you up, you still sit down and pray
Not focused on love, I just want all the cake, but I like the rush when she says she'll behave
It's late in the city, girl, I got a couple drinks in me
I might hit your phone, tell me what we on
Written by: Giovanni Solis, Izack Gonzalez, Kaleb Hernandez
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