Spring & Summer

This that spring and summer shit Crab crawlin ridin in that hummer shit This that spring and summer shit Crab crawlin ridin in that hummer shit Fresh as ever You would thought a nigga numbers hit Beautiful weather reorganizing my closet Gotta put up the sweaters no more jogging suits I got a hot brownie with me and you know she cute The electric drop bentley that's the new pursuit Exclusive dinners top floors I can look down and see the shore Got french niggas saying bonjour No more jealous niggas around No comparisons, keeping the score A glass of Shay Le Portier Take one of my strolls through the old hood Chopping on blades And you niggas know the fade is fresh I'm still the best to dress Wifey looking at me like where we gonna go out next Hit the Maldives just to have sex Visit the Lord's house on Sunday just to pay the respects Grown man shit Go to God before I make my next move That's my motto We here like shedeur and deion in Colorado Uh, I'm a rizz god We got our toes out on the yacht Yeah I called him up on the telephone I said hey man come on over to the pad Let's rap a taste on it you know So when he comes over I told her to give him a little taste Cause he sure as shit wasn't getting nothing from me See that nigga wanted the honey All we wants is the money, money, money Spring and summer shit I'm late for the pisces season When she show up in tights I'm cheesing Like a kid about to get out of school in Texas We throw parties but we ain't getting in the pool Splash Perfect weather for rolling up trees Been winning so much niggas asking me to sneeze on them Little homie acting tough you better get him before you bleed on him My energy has elevated past broken egos We on the yacht blowing big chilling with the seagulls Niggas masculinity looking finicky Everywhere we go you ain't a friend to me If you don't want to see niggas win jealousy attracts enemies We playa Like that bougie nigga orchestrating symphonies Or a King buying his bottom bitch a ring at Tiffany's Man I was out on the street You know checking out my game Yeah I ran into a little ol nice thing, you wouldn't believe it, man Oh shit Oh she's a beauty Oh man Yeah well you know how these little young macs are man They don't have they shit in order you know I ran down and caught me this little thing man And knocked over you know just I had to stash that away you know Well tell me what you gonna do with this one Oh man shit Well you know how I am I'm gonna run my thing you know It's all about the money game with me Money game with me Kango Shell toe Adidas windbreaker pants with the figger roll OG paid in full glasses Just a little something to break the monotony of all that mediocre rap shit It's gotten to be acceptable with the masses Three-story yachts Rolex bands on the wrist but we ain't checking clocks Fist full of money Gucci slides with the socks White linen Beautiful girls grinning Grown niggas with the Cuban cigars Pulled up on them but we ain't parking cars Drank something nigga Champagne on ice Lemonade in Hennessy and Mason jars Today got a nigga feeling like a superstar Oooh Oh, yeah