CARTIER HALO Lyrics

Yeah Yeah

Yeah Yeah

I got the exotic all up in the wood, I cant roll up with no tobacco

She want a getaway i think we could, we in the ocean Tobago

He want the smoke ask to pop up the hood, L.M.A.O if you say so

Bitch I got too many thoughts on my mind thinking that I got to lay low

I got to get out the habit of spending a bag my first step on Rodeo

Shawty a angel, got sent down by god

Rocking the Cartier halo

That hoe a freak she lock the door behind us

Already grabbing that ass like its Play-Doh

She wanna go down on me and she like what she see

Yeah she making me bust volcano

She like the alfredo, eat it up

Hot like the summer its heating up

They all asleep better wake em up

They having a hard time keeping up

Why would I stop what im doing if this always working out all in my favor

Thotty gon hit up my line and I move em to general, I save em for later

Itching to go break the bank, The manager said I'm addicted to paper

Light up the blunt, take a lil hit, that shit exploding with flavor

He really thought that he was him, I was just doing a favor

She look at me like I am a god, praying to Ramen her savior

I took his bitch like oh my god you ain't gon be seeing her later

He causing a scene outside the club, we gon discuss this shit later

Throw on a clean fit for the shoot, now we the cover of Fader

I done went up in the ranks, I'm a number one player

Never gave that bitch a rack, now she a hater

We going straight to the back, follow the waiter

She wanna go round the world so imma take her

Think I'm in love with that bitch but I don't wanna date her

I got the exotic all up in the wood, I cant roll up with no tobacco

She want a getaway i think we could, we in the ocean Tobago

He want the smoke ask to pop up the hood, L.M.A.O if you say so

Bitch I got too many thoughts on my mind thinking that I got to lay low

I got to get out the habit of spending a bag my first step on Rodeo

Shawty a angel, got sent down by god

Rocking the Cartier halo

Bitch I got too many thoughts on my mind thinking that I got to lay low

I got to get out the habit of spending a bag my first step on Rodeo

Shawty a angel, got sent down by god

Rocking the Cartier halo