The Afters ft. Kwami Asiama III Lyrics

Sweeter than some caramel

I'm loving all your features

Type of chick that you take

To churches and the theatre

Grandmas house swear that love is to familiar

Traded in my roadstas now im rocking junya

Swear I'll never change

Please address me as the Goat

I know she keep thang

Underneath the trench coat

I gotta feed her karats

She my playboy bunny

Life too funny

Im addicted to the money

Bitch I'm in the game

My jersey in the rafters

She wanna be up next

shittt meet me at the afters

club treat you different when you the resident

Living in the city I done found a hidden gem

A diamond is a diamond

Even if you never find it

They gon have to call the coast guard

The way i float your boat

She like chains and whips

But not really chokes

Only if we talking nasty

Baby I do the most

Shit I know the host

All these niggas love me

Valet and vip cost a couple g's

Hand a few bands to ladies with double D's

We play real dirty at the afters shorty

A Sunday morning special

Shorty independent

Do it w/ no manners

You should be on tv

Lemme grab the camera

You could be a star girl

Hit it like you hammer

Got her going places

Pockets getting fatter

Nigga blow smoke

Then we pull up with the static

Niggas better stop

we ain't really playing round

We wrecking over family

Fuck is they talking bout

When we come around

You can hear the sound

Pop up in your city

Put Durags on all they crowns

Im making money in my sleep

Hit the PayPal

Got the Zelle money

Going crazy with the thous boy

They prolly never seen it like this before

They prolly never seen a nigga making from every angle