SLOW MOTION Lyrics

One, two, three, commando

Three deep in the Lambo

Knee deep in the bands, ho

Touchdown in your end zone

All I needed was guidance

Spending money, no mileage

Spending money in college

Thinking that I could do it all

Didn't know how to go about it

So I went ahead and wrote about it

Learning life through a different vision

Different breed with the aim precision

Curving women that ain't listening

Listen baby, I'm your missing man

Blacked out but I'm glistening

Shining diamond with the pearly whites

Shining armour like a charming knight

It's happening, M. Night Shyamalan

I'm running fast, Ramadan

I'mma get it on any day of the week like

Taking a trip with a slow mo

I'm taking a trip to the snow globe

I'm skiing in the hills with the hoes though

I glide in this bitch like I'm Frozone

I'm smoking my lungs like I'm ozone

I'm buddy buddy, now she bro code

Sipping liquor, fucking 4 Loco

Shooting shots like I shoot GoPro

Shorty like me, she say, Oouu mucho

I'm in the loop like I made loopholes

Too good at flow like me, who knows though

Mohali winning like he knows though

He got a tape, he got a tape

Look at the way he's setting the shape

Yeah, setting this shit

Yeah, setting the shit

I gotta take one step at a time

Like it's slow mo, slow mo

Now she wanna ride a wave

Now she gotta ride the ocean, ocean

All I ever knew was time

And now it slows down

Slow in motion, now I go and slow down

Slow in motion, now I go and slow down

Slow in motion, now I go and slow down

Stick by the code

Popping the vessel, I let it reload

Stick by the rules

Play with my money, I'll make you a fool

Peter the piper, I'm snake and the viper

The money combiner

The money combustin'

Come bust in yo' bitch

I'm making a switch

To better the language, and better the wrist, bitch

I'm sick of this shit, I'm sick of this shit

Sick of the fake fucks, I'm sick of this shit

Sick of the Benz trucks, I'm sick of the rich

There's more to life than money in your palm

There's more to life than money that you spent on these garms

Or money that you spent on these broads at the bars

Like the root of all evil, there ain't no end

And if you see that, then you gon' make amends