Shining Remix lyrics

[Intro]
You know I woke up this morning
Wave on a hunnid and climbin'
Like yeah, Yoncé
Haha, yeah baby
They shouldn't let me on things like this
Haha, yeah

[Verse 1]
What up, Khaled? I'm up wildin'
Gettin' money, f*ck it up on a island
I've been wildin' tellin' b*tches to climb in the coupe
Roof transclu-sick swine to the flu sh*t
n*ggas can't f*ck up my vibe
n*ggas can't f*ck up my high
f*ck up my pie and the trap n*ggas die in the trap
I'm the plug and there'll never be a "plies" in my trap
Nope, nope
n*ggas ain't running off on Fargo
Gotta couple b*tches coming off cargo
n*ggas all involved, the f*ck is a Volvo?
n*gga you a con, the f*ck out my convo
Dippin' in a V - L.E.T Clone
Tell a hater we ain't speakin' like three dead phones
And my shooter like Viet Jones
He will put them thangs on your head
Like Beat headphones
I'm hot whippin' with the full clip
I'm Scott Pippen to the bullsh*t
I'm not tripping on you f*ck boys
I'm getting chips with the full dip, you dig?
I don't think that my girl's for me
Fly ass n*gga make a fly girl corny
Sky girl stormy and a shy girl horny
Take some of yours, when my girls bore me
Five girls for me, all after this show
All after the doh, paul packin' a four
A pretty brown skinned lil broad stackin' the dough
And I pack it on me 'cause I'm attacking' the foes
You dig?
b*tch, I am that n*gga
f*ck your man, I blam that n*gga
Peanut butter soft, I jam that n*gga
Like, oh you think you fly? I land that n*gga
I'm the wildest, call me the pilot
n*ggas diss me and bullets just start flying
First class ticket to n*ggas gettin' the stitches
Seat back preference, let the n*gga rest quick
One Umbrella Mob to the world
Ain't a better squad to ya, wait, uh
Ain't another squad to your girl
Fake ass n*gga, you a fraud to the world
Can't flaw when you thorough, you dig?
I suggest you learn
Old money just sit like a fresh new perm
I just had a threesome out in S.U.Vern
Let the white girlfriend take the next two turns
Mhm, Tell a b*tch be honest
Go out to the club, every b*tch be on us
Like, you know that I'm rich, be honest
And you know that I'm rich beyond this
You dig, n*gga?
[Outro]
Yeah, you know I did this whole verse
With a blunt in my hand?
It stayed lit the whole take
That should let you know something
Oh yeah, we f*cking up the whole summer baby
The whole summer is f*cking ours
Nobody elses
You could tell all them halfway—
Them halfway throwing jab ass n*ggas, it's a dub
You dig?
Talk to me nice, or don't talk to me twice
It's Fargo