I won’t stop till I got private planes After that plane comes the yacht After that yacht comes the island Till then I’m working… grinding…
Hey mama, hey mama, I think you and I should roll to the crib mama Hey mama hey mama, don’t bother if you gone bring the drama Gimme something good girl balance that karma Yellin carter hundred times youda thought it was a mantra I wander with my gang but we ain't no mobsters Just punks gettin lost among the genres Manage my game stay upping my roster Gold cleopatras, need that spirit round to open my chakras More layin em down w less police helicopters She my tall glass of water when I’m all hungover Now I need you in my life chick, wherever we going I'll be learning the different language
I won’t stop till I got private planes After that plane comes the yacht After that yacht comes the island Till then I’m working… grinding…
Hey mama, hey mama, I think you and I should roll to the crib mama Hey mama hey mama, don’t bother if you gon get insane My pockets rarely empty cuz we bringing that change Margaritas in the tropics stay bringing them waves And she didn’t believe me when I declared my age I’m 21 with riveting content filling up the page I’m a whole other animal when i rip through the stage And I’m taking names, only way is wayland making the claims I want a lot of hot as lava Aubrey Plazas to play Wasn’t Harvard material but that's coming my way Now I need you in my life chick, now I need you in my life chick wherever we flying I’ll be taking private planes in
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