Season Lyrics

It's your season

The perfect tone

Just don't match your glow

There's no reason

To be that fine

Girl go head and remind em

First class flight you ain't pay for it

You got niggas lined up

And waiting for you

Passport tatted up like you inked up

It's yours

I already know what his problem is

You his first bad chick

With some confidence

Posting pictures on the gram

Turns into arguments

And you've been getting tired

Of broken promises

And I got what you want in a man

And I'll show you what profit is

And have you in that Prada shit Baby

Cause you know that

It's your season

The perfect tone

Just don't match your glow

There's no reason

To be that fine

Girl go head and remind em

First class flight you ain't pay for it

You got niggas lined up

And waiting for you

Passport tatted up like you inked up

It's yours

It's yours

It's yours

It's yours

It's yours