PTO Lyrics

Okay I'm not taking calls, you know i'm that nigga

One hand on my balls, one hand on the liquor

Started pretty small, now my paper bigger

Used to call me boy, now they call me mister

Riding down the strip with the top down, ooh

Used to make a little make a lot now, ooh

Can't talk plane taking off now, ooh

Bitch i'm off the clock, i'm the boss now

We enjoy the fruits of our labor

That's just proof there's a savior

Pour tequila in the glass, add the juice for the flavor

Only tropical drinks, nigga fuck what you think

Got my toes in the sand, ain't no socks on my feet

There ain't nothing like stunting on the ones that were judging

On the ones that were doubting, i turned nothing to something

I turned keys into buttons

Turned dreams to discussions

Middle fingers to your boss, and we screaming le' fuck em

Okay paid time off

Paid time off, got paid time off

I got paid time off, paid time off

Paid time off, got paid time off aye

Fuck all your emails

I'm laid out by the seashells, aye

So many females

No need to share all the details, aye

Don't hit my phone, bitch don't hit my phone

Just leave me alone

Let me zone, til i get back home

That's gone be long

Cuz i might extend the trip out

Might just fly ya chick out

Might just spend the next few weeks with my dick out

Its nothing indecent

Its nothing to run up a check for the weekend

A couple of freaks, pouring up on the beach

Smoking up all the weed, how the fuck could i leave it

I wanna keep it

Shit is so wavy, get a lil sea sick

Swiping the visa

Whatever you needing, that's our little secret

Run it up