CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Tookie Knows III
Smiles around the clock
Dance around the globe to Disco 54
I stare at you in the eyes and spin you on your toes
Music ain't music without soul
Feelin' the top row
Shut the blindfolds, pass the nitro
Rock the love boat, get high to get low
Chill the Merlot, steady your fast pour
You pick up, we go low
Make love once or more, we rest then encore
Do-do that-that-that, hey
Break you off in your Kit-Kat-Kat, hey
Never seen one this gorgeous
Pay your whole damn mortgage
Will you look at the time, hey?
Still you the one on the mind, hey
Still you the top of the rhyme, hey
Thank God that it's Friday
Tonight, let's be the life of the party
I hit the gas, it skrrt, then I pull off
I'm on they ass, I just took a year off
She shakin' her ass, call me when she get off
Took half a mil' for my lil' bro to get out
That new Richard Mille made me feel like a boss
Feel like I'm Meech when I'm ridin' in these cars
Who you know pull up whole entourage in a foreign?
I got designer for days, but it's somethin' about 'em
Go crazy for white Air Force 1's, maybe 'cause I'm a dope boy
I done got rich, everybody my cousin
You ain't servin' no packs with me, you ain't my brother
That chopper go through sh*t, I call it the cutter
I just bought a new whip, I went bought another
My mother, she happy now
Ain't no cap and gown, but I graduated
Her house paid for, and that new Mercedes
Know you see that they been tryna be me lately
I'm a heavy hitter like Gervonta Davis
That sh*t ain't gon' save 'em, leave 'em on the pavement
All I know is get this motherf**kin' paper
Damn near 30, still set trippin', cuz
Where you from? I'ma see about it
Last year I made ten million
That's where I've been, yeah, a private island
Smoking something, on autopilot
Got too many cars, I might crash a whip
New 'Rari pedal barely tapping
n***a, vroom-vroom, yeah, I'm rich, b*t*h
Got two rollies, but one missing
Think my daughter flossing, she in kindergarten
Got one crib worth two cribs
And my front lawn, yeah, that's water fountain
You be talking boss, saying big words
Like philosophies, man, you weird homie
What it sounds to me that you broke as f**k
And your b*t*h gon' leave, and that's real, homie
I got big money, big booty b*t*hes
Man, that sh*t gon' be death of me (death of me)
Big problems, I must admit it
Man, that sh*t gon' be death of me (death of me)
Big dreams, no superstition
That sh*t gon' be the death of me (death of me)
I pray to a C-Note, my mama gave up hope
I can't stand myself
I just bought a new coat, I just might go broke
I can't stand myself
I just might damn myself
I just might...God!
Me and my b*t*h, took a little trip
Down to the garden, took a little dip (Oh no)
Dance around the globe to Disco 54
I stare at you in the eyes and spin you on your toes
Music ain't music without soul
Feelin' the top row
Shut the blindfolds, pass the nitro
Rock the love boat, get high to get low
Chill the Merlot, steady your fast pour
You pick up, we go low
Make love once or more, we rest then encore
Do-do that-that-that, hey
Break you off in your Kit-Kat-Kat, hey
Never seen one this gorgeous
Pay your whole damn mortgage
Will you look at the time, hey?
Still you the one on the mind, hey
Still you the top of the rhyme, hey
Thank God that it's Friday
Tonight, let's be the life of the party
I hit the gas, it skrrt, then I pull off
I'm on they ass, I just took a year off
She shakin' her ass, call me when she get off
Took half a mil' for my lil' bro to get out
That new Richard Mille made me feel like a boss
Feel like I'm Meech when I'm ridin' in these cars
Who you know pull up whole entourage in a foreign?
I got designer for days, but it's somethin' about 'em
Go crazy for white Air Force 1's, maybe 'cause I'm a dope boy
I done got rich, everybody my cousin
You ain't servin' no packs with me, you ain't my brother
That chopper go through sh*t, I call it the cutter
I just bought a new whip, I went bought another
My mother, she happy now
Ain't no cap and gown, but I graduated
Her house paid for, and that new Mercedes
Know you see that they been tryna be me lately
I'm a heavy hitter like Gervonta Davis
That sh*t ain't gon' save 'em, leave 'em on the pavement
All I know is get this motherf**kin' paper
Damn near 30, still set trippin', cuz
Where you from? I'ma see about it
Last year I made ten million
That's where I've been, yeah, a private island
Smoking something, on autopilot
Got too many cars, I might crash a whip
New 'Rari pedal barely tapping
n***a, vroom-vroom, yeah, I'm rich, b*t*h
Got two rollies, but one missing
Think my daughter flossing, she in kindergarten
Got one crib worth two cribs
And my front lawn, yeah, that's water fountain
You be talking boss, saying big words
Like philosophies, man, you weird homie
What it sounds to me that you broke as f**k
And your b*t*h gon' leave, and that's real, homie
I got big money, big booty b*t*hes
Man, that sh*t gon' be death of me (death of me)
Big problems, I must admit it
Man, that sh*t gon' be death of me (death of me)
Big dreams, no superstition
That sh*t gon' be the death of me (death of me)
I pray to a C-Note, my mama gave up hope
I can't stand myself
I just bought a new coat, I just might go broke
I can't stand myself
I just might damn myself
I just might...God!
Me and my b*t*h, took a little trip
Down to the garden, took a little dip (Oh no)
