White Wine

Can't be sad in the summertime

Yeah these fine hoes always on my line

Gotta keep a bad bitch on me, all times

Gotta keep a ratchet on me, all times

I'm just posted in the crib sippin' White Wine

Nah I ain't sell my soul, I ain't sign that dotted line

We don't even bleed the same, you is not my kind

Sippin' on that drank until a nigga cross-eyed

Somebody tell them niggas, cross the gang it's suicide

And you get cut from the team, if you don't move right

Make new plays everyday, so it's alright

Make new money everyday, so it's alright