Quise & Skinny P - HOLIDAY

Pull up wavy baby
I don't say a word they should know what's coming
Balled before I rapped
No jewelry I been getting 30 pointers
Just because you fucked me
Don't mean you can get some money from me
I come from the mud
Where lot of niggas getting dirty money
You don't know me cause I play the cut (Shh)
Tell her that it's mine before I bust (Ahh)
Member at the island
Getting bags of hot Cheetos for a buck
Now the hottest niggas in the city us
Trust, niggas out here looking like they lunch
Walk thru the back then we coming thru the front
My big bro is Peezy told me how to give it up
If it's up then it's stuck
I ain't a street nigga but I know who really was
Prada on the clutch
Heels or the pumps
My girl heaven-sent I pray right before we fuck
Cost to be the boss
I heard that young and it stuck
Goal in life is do everything that you want
Been called it quit on the liquor
Only champagne in my cup
Only thing exotic
Is the bitches or the runtz
I'm way out in Cali cause it's snowy where I was
18 I gave money to the people that I love
Had to run it up, that's just the G in me
She said who I'm fuckin I said me and me
Lit, way too up inside the bnb
Wake up with the sun that shit be freeing me
Movie like I'm Tarantino baby watch
Can tell he getting money by the way he walk
I know she a freak by the way she talk
Holiday celebrating only with the squad
Need my money ASAP, not the mob
Pull up with the shits
Like the shit my job
I pull up in a foreign, this is not a dodge
But I still charge these hoes like a credit card
Aye, flex on y'all
Real big dog
Skinny big stepper, million man march
Real pretty nigga never seen a flaw
It's only real in me ain't no fakin dog
We don't never play, unless we play for keeps
Passports getting stamped, you see me overseas
Chanel vintage, ain't no crippin double Cs
I keep my shirt tucked you see the LV
Put on for myself, you ain't help me
Tell me, the day I ever stop the day that hell freeze
200 or better on my momma I done touch green
Built this shit off loyalty
Ain't nothing you can tell me it's Groovy
Had to run it up, that's just the G in me
She said who I'm fuckin I said me and me
Lit, way too up inside the bnb
Wake up with the sun that shit be freeing me
Movie like I'm Tarantino baby watch
Can tell he getting money by the way he walk
I know she a freak by the way she talk
Holiday celebrating only with the squad

Written by:
Alexander Grant, Dana Williams, Michael McFadgen

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, O/B/O DistroKid, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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