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Detain the boss, maybe it's 'cause these fits that I'm getting off | Cardo got wings | Okay!
Detain the boss, maybe it's 'cause these fits that I'm getting off Cardo got wings Okay! You niggas still lost Uh Tryna detain the boss, Maybe it's 'cause these fits that I'm getting off Outfits, murder one, I ain't killin' 'em soft Big crib, that's a mansion and not a loft I ain't never falling off, won't take part in that Some niggas get money, don't know how to react Ain't a million dollars, my name ain't on the contract She ain't a boss, you can have her back I'm where her love's at Smoking out, playing my favourite songs Let her hit the weed and she sing along Pink diamonds, Rolex's telling the time And if I wanna make a movie, she gon' tag along I ain't one for posting and bragging I'm the type to put it in my raps You find out that most of it happened You smell the smoke, you know it's the captain Bring in the bottles, I roll 'em and pass 'em When I wake up in the morning I'm rollin' up the weed and I'm thinking 'bout you And what we gon' do Yeah I might take you back to my home Smoke all the joints and I'm thinkin' 'bout you And what we gon' do I got it legalised And now it's me and my homies when I need to fly My money a bigger size And if she ain't coming home tomorrow, I'm the reason why For my team, down to ride, you see it in my eyes 13s on the side, my trees crystallised 'Bout the life to live, I ain't missing mine Leave it all for my kid I can hear 'em hatin' all from the distance The world's filled with all kinds of paper, I'm tryna get it Treat her so good, that she think of me when I'm finished Going so hard that they just wait for the intermission But I ain't never letting up Never rushing my moves I just wait for them to slack off, giving me the perfect opportunity Then I set 'em up Chain cold as the weather in December This that G.O.A.T. flow, I know you'll remember When I wake up in the morning I'm rollin' up the weed and I'm thinking 'bout you And what we gon' do Yeah I might take you back to my home Smoke all the joints and I'm thinkin' 'bout you And what we gon' do Yeah, yeah, yeah I tell her what I do Yeah I tell her what I do, do... Yeah, yeah, I tell her what I do... Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, I tell her what I do
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