…bae…
Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah
Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah
Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah
I just wanna wake up to the suns in Saint Laurent
Hundred thousand dollars on the fronts, hella blunts
I just wanna wake up on ya thigh, on a yacht
Or in the Rolls that’s rented, windows tinted
We call that big spendin’, big spendin’
I’ma get back on my feet, give me a minute
I’ma feel this in my thighs, like he been in it
Young Simma, Young Simma, give me a minute
Sun down, wind chimes
Break it down, one line, a line
Can’t no see me, no flex, be kind
Dollars never show up on CP time
I just wanna wake up on CP time
Wake up to that nigga, leave he behind
Get a presidential suite, leave with they linen
In the Rolls that’s rented, windows tinted
Sun down, wind chimes
Break it down, one line, a line
Can’t no see me, no flex, be kind
Dollars never show up on CP time
What, you have a comment?
No, I didn’t say anything, I didn’t say nothin’
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