Suavé Li - Climate Change

I'm on the North Side
Thinking bout a way to change the game
My seat is court-side
Hot boy rolling, 18
I'm bout to scorch by
Had to put the porch by
All the biggest front doors
Some shit you cannot stunt on
I drop something that make them want more
And make her give me that ocean
Money go so fast you gotta spend that shit in slow mo'
Like chopped and screwed, no purple potion
Big City bring a lot of commas
More money, more problems that the money solving
SUV done passed me, I'm all alone in traffic
A couple stories being told, like it never happened
That's a 2 step mission
Had a couple kings to give the boy a vision
If I ever fall in love, then imma keep my distance
We both going through some shit shawty
You know life's a bitch when

Money make that ass go round round and round
Black and yellow whip burning donuts in the ground
Running out of time, so imma turn the clock around
Bullets shot across the sky, but the guns don't make a sound
I'm riding downtown
Bentley coupe swerving, My system be surround
The tint make em nervous, We roll the windows down
She on the right working, We tend to fuck around
Wheels on the coupe go round, round, and round

Aye, Singing lalalala
I'm with an MGT, she said praying to Allah
That he keep me in his graces
And guide me on the path, so I'm in the right places
Really out here thuggin', feeling like an H-Town Gangsta
I keep my eyes on her, so I ain't finding no replacements
Money couldn't stop me, so it holds on like an anklet
Grant on the left, right leg got a Franklin
That's real shit my nigga
I might pull up with 2 bricks
And I pop out like "too lit I'm"
Probably doing too much, I'm too far in
My Tupac shook her, and I do this fasho, That's real
Probably don't see it
Aye, if you ain't me then I wouldn't wanna be ya
Both going to shit, shawty you know life's a bitch when

Money make that ass go round round and round
Black and yellow whip burning donuts in the ground
Running out of time, so imma turn the clock around
Bullets shot across the sky, but the guns don't make a sound
I'm riding downtown
Bentley coupe swerving, My system be surround
The tint make em nervous, We roll the windows down
She on the right working, We tend to fuck around
Wheels on the coupe go round, round, and round

Going through something
On my CMB, might fuck around and start a New Money
Heard you tryna clown me, Tryna make me do some
Ain't nothing sadder than a clown, and that's too funny
I'm talking joker, or talking bout myself
Real talk, I'm barely sober, Think I'm bipolar
Shawty took me for a joke, told that girl it's over
10 Days later, Told her ass to come over
But, Everyday my best day
Karma is a bitch and she reside at where my ex stay
Love is her friend, she makes it harder for the next bae
Life married death, they fucked around and make a sex tape
And then gave me the camera
She said tell the world to watch this
I said "you want the world to watch the world?"
She said, "and put it on they watch list"
"I ain't tryna play no tricks
Jah Jah you know I'm that bitch when"

Money make that ass go round round and round
Black and yellow whip burning donuts in the ground
Running out of time, so imma turn the clock around
Bullets shot across the sky, but the guns don't make a sound
I'm riding downtown
Bentley coupe swerving, My system be surround
The tint make em nervous, We roll the windows down
She on the right working, We tend to fuck around
Wheels on the coupe go round, round, and round

Written by:
Elijah Gilstrap

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