[00:00.00] 作词 : Malik Robitaille-Seck
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Malik Robitaille-Seck
[00:11.40]I want a mansion in Hawaii, up in the sky
[00:14.64]I want a bitch to be so thicke, with juicy thighs
[00:17.82]I want my bitches here with me, that ain’t a lie
[00:20.91]So I will never be alone, when I’ma die
[00:24.39]To tell the truth Imma be winning more than my teachers
[00:27.36]Don’t want to die so I be praying more than a preacher
[00:30.60]That bitch talking he the one sitting in the bleachers
[00:33.87]Imma be leaving with his bitch but I’ll never keep her, but I’ll never keep
[00:38.37]Pull up in the club we going dumb tonight
[00:41.58]Popping bottles cause we getting drunk tonight
[00:44.46]Oh she got a man but you know she alone tonight
[00:47.88]She coming to my crib cause we gon’ **** tonight
[00:50.85]Oh my god, get the guap, save it all, we don’t waste
[00:53.94]Man we wise, like the girl who gave me top the other day
[00:57.09]She was tight, like a rope I pull her hair and grab her waist
[01:00.39]I can’t lie, yeah that shit was good the lady had her ways
[01:03.57]For you money’s out of range, that’s why you acting strange
[01:06.81]But for us it’s ****ing easy to learn like a foreign slang
[01:09.81]I got my bitches on your main
[01:11.79]And myself on your sister than I’m heading for your mama
[01:14.85]I might just give you a brother
[01:16.38]Think I fell in love with commas, I might just shit on a dollar
[01:19.56]They the ones that bring me joy, getting lit we break the floor
[01:22.74]Play with feelings like a toy, but you just a little boy
[01:25.98]We could make you paranoid, just by knocking at your door
[01:29.07]I want a mansion in Hawaii, up in the sky
[01:31.44]I want a bitch to be so thicke, with juicy thighs
[01:34.62]I want my bitches here with me, that ain’t a lie
[01:37.74]So I will never be alone, when I’ma die
[01:40.98]To tell the truth Imma be winning more than my teachers
[01:44.16]Don’t want to die so I be praying more than a preacher
[01:47.37]That bitch talking he the one sitting in the bleachers
[01:50.67]Imma be leaving with his bitch but I’ll never keep her, but I’ll never keep
[01:55.20]One, two, three
[01:56.43]We give your girl a week
[01:57.96]She got seven days to **** me than it’s on to better things
[02:01.62]I’m an all season, winter to the fall
[02:04.65]Call me Stephen Curry cause she knows that Imma ball
[02:07.56]Rest in peace, my enemies
[02:09.75]They dying slowly from the goals, that I achieve
[02:12.96]I got a bitch and yeah she comes from Philippines
[02:16.05]She’s mixed with Haitian oh she bad, when on her knees
[02:20.79]Purses koala, straight out the jungle
[02:22.32]Foreigner bags but we still walking humble
[02:23.85]I’m going to Mars with your bitch in the shuttle
[02:25.47]We ****ing we ****ing but we never cuddle
[02:27.09]I got me a belt with the name and it’s Gucci
[02:28.65]She crave Fashion Nova the lady is hungry
[02:30.30]I feast like a burger, her booty was jelly
[02:31.74]Didn’t give her my number so she never called me
[02:33.30]I’m up in the sky
[02:34.62]A bitch by my side and she giving massages I can’t even lie
[02:37.80]Her parents were home so we stayed at the telly with Henny and wine
[02:40.98]We living like royalty, hand me the crown with the ice on the sides
[02:44.10]You can pass me a plate with the steak and a knife with my food for the night
[02:48.15]I want a mansion in Hawaii, up in the sky
[02:51.45]I want a bitch to be so thicke, with juicy thighs
[02:54.63]I want my bitches here with me, that ain’t a lie
[02:57.72]So I will never be alone, when I’ma die
[03:01.20]To tell the truth Imma be winning more than my teachers
[03:04.17]Don’t want to die so I be praying more than a preacher
[03:07.38]That bitch talking he the one sitting in the bleachers
[03:10.68]Imma be leaving with his bitch but I’ll never keep her, but I’ll never keep

作词 : Malik Robitaille-Seck
作曲 : Malik Robitaille-Seck
I want a mansion in Hawaii, up in the sky
I want a bitch to be so thicke, with juicy thighs
I want my bitches here with me, that ain’t a lie
So I will never be alone, when I’ma die
To tell the truth Imma be winning more than my teachers
Don’t want to die so I be praying more than a preacher
That bitch talking he the one sitting in the bleachers
Imma be leaving with his bitch but I’ll never keep her, but I’ll never keep
Pull up in the club we going dumb tonight
Popping bottles cause we getting drunk tonight
Oh she got a man but you know she alone tonight
She coming to my crib cause we gon’ **** tonight
Oh my god, get the guap, save it all, we don’t waste
Man we wise, like the girl who gave me top the other day
She was tight, like a rope I pull her hair and grab her waist
I can’t lie, yeah that shit was good the lady had her ways
For you money’s out of range, that’s why you acting strange
But for us it’s ****ing easy to learn like a foreign slang
I got my bitches on your main
And myself on your sister than I’m heading for your mama
I might just give you a brother
Think I fell in love with commas, I might just shit on a dollar
They the ones that bring me joy, getting lit we break the floor
Play with feelings like a toy, but you just a little boy
We could make you paranoid, just by knocking at your door
I want a mansion in Hawaii, up in the sky
I want a bitch to be so thicke, with juicy thighs
I want my bitches here with me, that ain’t a lie
So I will never be alone, when I’ma die
To tell the truth Imma be winning more than my teachers
Don’t want to die so I be praying more than a preacher
That bitch talking he the one sitting in the bleachers
Imma be leaving with his bitch but I’ll never keep her, but I’ll never keep
One, two, three
We give your girl a week
She got seven days to **** me than it’s on to better things
I’m an all season, winter to the fall
Call me Stephen Curry cause she knows that Imma ball
Rest in peace, my enemies
They dying slowly from the goals, that I achieve
I got a bitch and yeah she comes from Philippines
She’s mixed with Haitian oh she bad, when on her knees
Purses koala, straight out the jungle
Foreigner bags but we still walking humble
I’m going to Mars with your bitch in the shuttle
We ****ing we ****ing but we never cuddle
I got me a belt with the name and it’s Gucci
She crave Fashion Nova the lady is hungry
I feast like a burger, her booty was jelly
Didn’t give her my number so she never called me
I’m up in the sky
A bitch by my side and she giving massages I can’t even lie
Her parents were home so we stayed at the telly with Henny and wine
We living like royalty, hand me the crown with the ice on the sides
You can pass me a plate with the steak and a knife with my food for the night
I want a mansion in Hawaii, up in the sky
I want a bitch to be so thicke, with juicy thighs
I want my bitches here with me, that ain’t a lie
So I will never be alone, when I’ma die
To tell the truth Imma be winning more than my teachers
Don’t want to die so I be praying more than a preacher
That bitch talking he the one sitting in the bleachers
Imma be leaving with his bitch but I’ll never keep her, but I’ll never keep