Vinnin and Stay Swaying - Guapo

(Na-nin-nin)
(Na-na-nin-nin)
(Na-na-nin-nin)
(Na-na-nin-nin)
(Na-na-na-na-yeah)
(Aye, na-na-na-na-yeah, aye)
(Grrrttt)
(Look, aye)

Getting this dough and the guapo
I gotta stick to the code before I get caught (yeah-yeah)
Me and the Brodie can handle
All of this hate in the city, before it gets hot

Yeah, grinding all night for a phantom (na)
I get a bag and I'm dip-set outta this dot
Yeah, I cannot fuck with these randoms (yeah)
Lotta of the snakes and the fakes that I had to spot (bop, bop, bop)

Fuck the clout, fuck the fame
We showing no hate and we changing the game (yeah)
Money walk is the same
But money talk... (aye)
Didn't change us!

Money talk didn't change us!
Hop in a Benz, in a wraith truck (grrt bow)
Living life super lavish
I'm making this money
Y'all haters...

(Uh)
I'm with a bhad bitch
Gettin' 21 bags like Savage (yeah)
I'm not average (na-yeah)
(I'mma show you)

Dreamin' of Raris and Lambos
I cannot stop now, 'till I got it
I cannot back out, 'till I'm on it
I cannot stack out, 'till I lost it

Getting this money and gold (yeah)
But this shit won't satisfy soul (yeah)
Gettin' up, hitting the roads (yeah)
Flippin' the pack back and I sold (yeah)

Now she want, but I don't (no-no)
I get a bag, hop and I go (go)
I couldn't stand out on the lows
So, I had to grind out
In my zone (yeah)

.223 bitch, this ain't no Vandal (two-two)
I gotta bitch in the back that can handle (handle)
He wanted smoke, so I blew out the candle (two-two)
.223 bitch, this ain't no Vandal (Vandal)
I gotta bitch in the back that can handle (he want a candle)
He wanted smoke, so I blew out the candle (can-can-can-ca...)

Getting this dough and the guapo
I gotta stick to the code before I get caught (yeah-yeah)
Me and the Brodie can handle
All of this hate in the city, before it gets hot

Yeah, grinding all night for a phantom (na)
I get a bag and I'm dip-set outta this dot
Yeah, I cannot fuck with these randoms (yeah)
Lotta of the snakes and the fakes that I had to spot

Fuck the clout, fuck the fame
We showing no hate and we changing the game (yeah)
Money walk is the same
But money talk... (aye)
Didn't change us!

(Yeah)
Money talk didn't change us!
Hop in a Benz, in a wraith truck (grrt bow)
Living life super lavish
I'm making this money
Y'all haters...

I had my back to the ropes
Now all of my chains is ropes (yeah-yeah-yeah)
What do you know? (what do you know?)
Life gettin' dangerous
They know that I can't get touched
'Cause I'm boutta blow (boutta blow)

I do not make enough (yeah)
I'm rounding the bakers up (yeah)
To make all the dough (cash-cash)
Toronto winters get hot
The summers get cold you know?
That's just how it goes (how it goes)

Why would I fuck with these lames?
This money ain't really a game
I stay on my toes
I won't give up on the grind
No u-turns or brakes
I fly over bumps on the road

I know they staying the same
I'm spreading the change (yeah-yeah-yeah)
They spreading them lies on my name
They got my heart in pain
I step through the puddles
And now I'm just makin' it rain

Walk down a lonely road
My wrist and my heart is froze (from time ago)
Talk to the guap, hello? (hello?)
It's red or it's indigo (need hunnids alone)

Want my credit, that's what they owe me (owe me)
Puttin' in work, I do this lonely (lonely)
Needa run it up, can't whip no stolie (stolie)
Pull up with tints and drift through slowly (grrrt)

Getting this dough and the guapo
I gotta stick to the code before I get caught
Me and the Brodie can handle
All of this hate in the city, before it gets hot

Yeah, grinding all night for a phantom (na)
I get a bag and I'm dip-set outta this dot
Yeah, I cannot fuck with these randoms (randoms)
Lotta of the snakes and the fakes that I had to spot

Fuck the clout, fuck the fame
We showing no hate and we changing the game (yeah)
Money walk is the same
But money talk... (aye)
Didn't change us!

Money talk didn't change us!
Hop in a Benz, in a wraith truck (grrt bow)
Living life super lavish
I'm making this money
Y'all haters...

(I'm making this money, y'all haters)
(I'm making this money, y'all haters)

Written by:
Sheayhon Jeevakumar, Vinuson Ryan Suntharesan

Publisher:
Lyrics © Too Lost LLC

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