taxes

I'm tryna take you down to Calabasas He a brokeboy got Valabasas Take you down to Tallahassee Blowin' za when i'm in traffic Next year won't do my taxes , Bad bitch gon' get attached She always worried tryna eat her salad, I'm tryna undress her on the mattress I gotta rackades stuff up in the attic One day gon' cop a Brabus She so fuckin' worried bout my status I walk inside the store, no you can't have it They bring it to me like it's a magnet I think I'm her main attraction All my clothes got different fabrics You can't catch me in that action I'm in the fast lane smashin' You see LaKosh, you better catch him Don't see no point in being average Come ride this boat cause I'm the captain