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Navraj Singh Goraya
Navraj Singh Goraya
Songwriter
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Frost
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Lyrics

[Chorus]
I got so rich, made my brother a plug 'cause I know he never gonna tax me
Go to my city, I'm touching the town, all these hoes wanna go and NAV me
Roll it up, roll it up, make sure it's hot, all this grabba got my throat raspy
Picking my watch, I'ma go plain Jane for the days I'm not feeling flashy
Red eye, red eye
Red eye, red eye
Red eye, red eye
Red eye, red eye
Hop off the plane, do a check on the red-eye
Getting money, yeah, you should just give out
Run into vibes even when I don't try
Hi, nice to meet you, let's fuck and say, "Bye-bye"
Red eye, red eye
Red eye, red eye
Red eye, red eye
Red eye, red eye
[PostChorus]
Precious stones, yeah, my ring cost a red-eye
Like it, see it, if I want it, I go buy
Hating on me but I don't even know why
Can't see 'em anyway, money stacked too high
[Verse 1]
I can't see anyone
My right pocket got a honeybun
I got zaza beating up my lungs
Got multiple girls thinking they the one
Don't feel like I'm working, I'm having fun
Can't believe what I do get me paid
Fuck you talking 'bout a one-on-one?
Hit 'em with a razor like we shaving his face, red eye
Book me a jet, it cost me a lil' change, I'ma go see my mom off a red-eye
Flew to LA and I sign to XO, and I told my family we gon' be a'ight
80 X's for the squad and everybody got a watch, yeah
I got an important job, I pay the cost to be the boss here
[Chorus]
I got so rich, made my brother a plug 'cause I know he never gonna tax me
Go to my city, I'm touching the town, all these hoes wanna go and NAV me
Roll it up, roll it up, make sure it's hot, all this grabba got my throat raspy
Picking my watch, I'ma go plain Jane for the days I'm not feeling flashy
Red eye, red eye
Red eye, red eye
Red eye, red eye
Red eye, red eye
Hop off the plane, do a check on the red-eye
Getting money, yeah, you should just give out
Run into vibes even when I don't try
Hi, nice to meet you, let's fuck and say, "Bye-bye"
Red eye, red eye
Red eye, red eye
Red eye, red eye
Red eye, red eye
[PostChorus]
Precious stones, yeah, my ring cost a red-eye
Like it, see it, if I want it, I go buy
Hating on me but I don't even know why
Can't see 'em anyway, money stacked too high
Written by: Navraj Singh Goraya
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