Casamigos

Uh I finna light a spliff I might call one of my chicks I've been stressing out, been running round And i ain't getting rich Now i never leave the crib Homies worried, check on me Shawty you tripping if you thinking Next i'm making you my bitch! She wants part in the novel She wanna come wherever I go She on my phone, now she undressing Begging to sing again, soprano She now says we'd narrow Talking bout flying in tomorrow Says I gotta quit balling Been a minute she craving italiano! She say: "gimme your gelato!" Let's go fly out to milano Sipping espresso then light up a backwood I'm that good that I would like Luky Luciano I'm back on a high note I'm getting real high bro Been writing my lyrics, still check in low Digits but this for the homies that I know Today I quit my day job I said I quit my day job Been Drinking my mate I'm burning my tongue My hands in the dough till we finish the song Will check on my DMs whenever I'm done Don't fuck with the TNs I only wear Ones On an old ps, I got from my ex I'm rolling some sweet hash Got weed for the bong You say you don't care if i ain't giving you the Care and attention you want I don't need to see your face, I know you Mad you down bad I can hear it Thru the phone You say you don't get why I get so stressed I'm a mess and struggle with love Issues with family I carry with me you Witnessing they doing me wrong but It's all right for Baby it's all right for me Pour a white rum Casamigos in Fiji It's all right girl Maybe it's all right for It's all right for Baby it's all right for I'm checking on me Put the lights on me I'm tapping a mayday I'm worried bout me Call a ride for me I'm getting all crazy You hating on me Bought a ticki for me I'm flying to Malay Got a drink for me And a couple of g's I ain't worried for payday Getting cheddar for my Diana It don't matter if I'm never Ever sleeping, boy Instrumentals that I shatter It's a manner I endeavour I don't flip the coin If I stutter I don't splatter In the Hustle, Adam Sandler I don't play with toys I'm a rapper But I'm rarer Ain't no Whippersnapper Tell em I'm coming I'm making my way If I made money My music's Hurray Close em with honey And the hoodie's OBEY Talked to my cousin I followed his ways My sister in summit Like Aline Valette Me and Dani be bussing We done it today I ain't feeling my face This Cali's so great I'm smoking my pay So an error made Ain't bumming my day (You bitch) Uh I finna light a spliff I might call one of my chicks I've been stressing out, been running round And i ain't getting rich Now i never leave the crib Homies worry, check on me Shawty you tripping if you thinking Next i'm making you my bitch! She wants part in the novel She wanna come wherever I go She on my phone, now she undressing begging to sing again, soprano She now says we'd narrow Talking bout flying in tomorrow Says I gotta quit balling Been a minute she craving italiano!