Binz

Hey Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh Ooh, ooh Ooh, ooh Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh I just wanna wake up to the suns in Saint Laurent Hundred thousand dollars on the fronts, hella blunts I just wanna wake up on "Good bye", on the yacht Or in the Rolls that's rented, windows tinted We call that big spendin', big spendin' I'ma get back on my feet, give me a minute I'ma feel this in my thighs, like he been in it Young Simma, Young Simma, give me a minute Sun down, wind chimes Break it down, one line, a line Can't no see me, no flex, be kind Dollars never show up on CP time I just wanna wake up on CP time Wake up to that nigga, leave he behind Get a presidential suite, leave with they linen In the Rolls that's rented, windows tinted Sun down, wind chimes Break it down, one line, a line Can't no see me, no flex, be kind Dollars never show up on CP time What do you have, a comment? No, I didn't say a thing, uh-uh I didn't say nothing