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!