Letras
Switching the season clothes, 2020 my seams yea
Hand me the key to the Rolls, last week it’s the Beam yea
I let my curtain slide, that sun with the screen, whoa
Cut on the lights, she ain’t even seem to need no clothes
Taping her, got so much cake I’m tasting her
Blew her candles out and then I got a plate of her
Nigga I’m hot
When I walk in the drums will roll
Just got my Visa, we really in the jungle ho
Mix and match all my grinds, Mix and match up the vibes
It’s big money and it’s quiet, Easter Sunday I got ties
Racks in variety, Mix and matching up my time
2 Tone Rollie with no diamonds, It’s big money and it’s quiet
Mix and match all my grinds, Mix and match up the vibes
It’s big money and it’s quiet, Easter Sunday I got ties
Matched up the vibes, Mix and match up my time
2 Tone Rollie with no diamonds, It’s big money and it’s quiet
She like to fuck in the whip, I’m getting the windows tinted
If she can stick to the script, It might just get her a Bentley
I want the motorized door, yea the shit with the umbrella in it
Shawty a dime and I treat her like I’m a fountain and grant all her wishes
Taping her, got cake I’m tasting her
Blew her candles out then I got a plate of her
Just for one night, cause she dangerous
Can’t have these hoes on my line, I can’t get tangled up
Mix and match all my grinds, Mix and match up the vibes
It’s big money and it’s quiet, Easter Sunday I got ties
Racks in variety, Mix and matching up my time
2 Tone Rollie with no diamonds, It’s big money and it’s quiet
Mix and match all my grinds, Mix and match up the vibes
It’s big money and it’s quiet, Easter Sunday I got ties
Matched up the vibes, Mix and match up my time
2 Tone Rollie with no diamonds, It’s big money and it’s quiet
This for the times we let them tears fall, like rain
I got water, I got water
I got water, I got water
Yes I’m drippin’, the water was blessed
I’m a sinner, but I can reset
Lord forgive me, I was just depressed
I grew the most from my lows
Lost my bitch and came up on my soul
Planted some seeds, I reap what I sowed
I had teardrops, Wet like Florida
I got treetops, grandmas to my daughters
Gotta keep the family close, now that’s my mantra
Way I’m sitting on all these M’s, I fixed my posture (Sit up on this money)
Yea I’m mixing matching my calendar, fuck nigga what’s your agenda
It’s my season all through the calendar
Don’t give a fuck if it’s winter
No, Ain’t no ignoring my talent, nigga I’m pressing the issue
No, can’t let it mess with my balance
I planted the seed, keep diggin
Bury me, not talking bout caskets
Rain on me, soak it up green pastures
From a seed, yea yea
Rain on me, let it rain down on me yea
From a seed