Mac in Mykonos

Hotel off the water Waves far as I can see Step out the door I'll be standing on the beach Gucci on face Got sand on my feet Only problem figuring out What we gone eat Last night we did steak And it came wit frites Japanese whisky girl Getting frisky Come that pussy Boy I get plenty Niggas be rookies I been in that big league I ain't been seen before Niggas want to be me But they CB Four They get ignored I get adored by the hoes they adore But I don't need more Your ceilings my floor Just to set record straight This shit is an experience It's not a date You gone talk about me until your dying day But a real one would take this shit to the grave Meanwhile I'm taking Harmony to the face Spending all of the money said I'd never make Reminiscent of the days when niggas hate Now everyone my friend and this shit is great But I can separate the fake Especially from real Niggas b jealous I do not know how that feel "Can I Live" That's I all that I feel Jumping off the boat like a nigga got gills