Letras
Its DJ Chris Cross
Aye, type shit
King Chris Produced It
Aye
This just one of them ones you just
Its like late and shit
Thinking bout a lil bitty or something'
A lil bad bitch
Uh Huh
Uh, Damn
I just levitated on the e-way
Still foreign
93 I gotta go Supreme way
My god
Tell me she a doctor, not a CNA
Cool baby
Say I like your friend better anyway
Damn, I'm fuckin with you
Tell me that's your banjo
Floor seats at the Wizards
Had $10,000 in my satchel
Another movie check bitch, but I am not an actor
Explain to her, I'm blessed
Watch her bust it open afterwards
I put it in they face, now I'm looking at the data
The streets dead its cool
I know my song still cracking
My four fronts solid
18 karat gold smacking
Back inside the beamer, Remember riding up Atkinson
Say she love blowing money and she love stacking it
You can take the keys, bae I be the passenger
Say niggas hate on me, but they don't even matter
Its the same book, except its a new chapter
Why I gotta go?
I tell her "Bae because I have to."
Independent Ish this that drop without the hassles
Plus she love my voice, you annoying I'm a natural
Yea that's all, niggas be talking too much
Uh Damn
I just levitated on the e-way
Still foreign
93 I gotta go Supreme way
My god
Tell me she a doctor, not a CNA
Cool baby
Say I like your friend better anyway
Damn, I'm fuckin with you
Mmhmm
IshDarr
DJ Chris Cross what it do?
Mmhmm
Whaaat?
Mmmhmm
That nigga slide on this motherfucka no bullshit