Binz

Hey Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah I just wanna wake up to the suns and Saint Laurent Hundred thousand dollars on the fronts and the blunts I just wanna wake up on ya thigh, on a 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 Simmer 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 Well, do you have a comment? No, I didn't say a thing, uh-uh I didn't say nothin'