Casamigos Lyrics

Uh I finna light a spliff

I might call one of my chicks

I've been stressing out, been running round

And i ain't getting rich

Now i never leave the crib

Homies worried, check on me

Shawty you tripping if you thinking

Next i'm making you my bitch!

She wants part in the novel

She wanna come wherever I go

She on my phone, now she undressing

Begging to sing again, soprano

She now says we'd narrow

Talking bout flying in tomorrow

Says I gotta quit balling

Been a minute she craving italiano!

She say: "gimme your gelato!"

Let's go fly out to milano

Sipping espresso then light up a backwood I'm that good that I would like Luky Luciano

I'm back on a high note

I'm getting real high bro

Been writing my lyrics, still check in low Digits but this for the homies that I know

Today I quit my day job

I said I quit my day job

Been Drinking my mate

I'm burning my tongue

My hands in the dough till we finish the song

Will check on my DMs whenever I'm done

Don't fuck with the TNs I only wear Ones

On an old ps, I got from my ex

I'm rolling some sweet hash

Got weed for the bong

You say you don't care if i ain't giving you the Care and attention you want

I don't need to see your face, I know you Mad you down bad I can hear it

Thru the phone

You say you don't get why I get so stressed

I'm a mess and struggle with love

Issues with family I carry with me you Witnessing they doing me wrong but

It's all right for

Baby it's all right for me

Pour a white rum

Casamigos in Fiji

It's all right girl

Maybe it's all right for

It's all right for

Baby it's all right for

I'm checking on me

Put the lights on me

I'm tapping a mayday

I'm worried bout me

Call a ride for me

I'm getting all crazy

You hating on me

Bought a ticki for me

I'm flying to Malay

Got a drink for me

And a couple of g's

I ain't worried for payday

Getting cheddar for my Diana

It don't matter if I'm never

Ever sleeping, boy

Instrumentals that I shatter

It's a manner I endeavour

I don't flip the coin

If I stutter I don't splatter

In the Hustle, Adam Sandler

I don't play with toys

I'm a rapper But I'm rarer

Ain't no Whippersnapper

Tell em I'm coming

I'm making my way

If I made money

My music's Hurray

Close em with honey

And the hoodie's OBEY

Talked to my cousin

I followed his ways

My sister in summit

Like Aline Valette

Me and Dani be bussing

We done it today

I ain't feeling my face

This Cali's so great

I'm smoking my pay

So an error made

Ain't bumming my day

(You bitch)

Uh I finna light a spliff

I might call one of my chicks

I've been stressing out, been running round

And i ain't getting rich

Now i never leave the crib

Homies worry, check on me

Shawty you tripping if you thinking

Next i'm making you my bitch!

She wants part in the novel

She wanna come wherever I go

She on my phone, now she undressing

begging to sing again, soprano

She now says we'd narrow

Talking bout flying in tomorrow

Says I gotta quit balling

Been a minute she craving italiano!