My sh*t lyrics

by

Quavo


Alright, uh
I been smokin' on some sh*t I got from California
All these diamonds on me cool hope I don't catch pneumonia
Just don't trip we keep that heat I'm talking Erik Spoelstra
I should pull up on my ex and throw the middle finger
n*ggas bitin' on the flow I had to switch and change up
Got some money got some fame and no we never changed up
Told you n*ggas back in '08 I will f*ck the game up
Pulling up in that benz or coupe I did the leather red guts
Once you get a little money they acting funny
I just made a half a million out the country
Had to hit my knees and thank the Lord above me
Blessings after blessings have bestowed upon me
I just wake up say a prayer then I get my grind on
To make it where I'm from we treat it like a milestone
Get your money build your home, and still I'm in my zone
At the top where I belong, and it say on my cologne
Put my number in your phone, imma make her call me zaddy
Imma get that pus*y gladly, I will eat that like some snackies
In a coma you relax
Aye, that's just a whole lotta passion, ya dig
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