Trip To The Islands! lyrics

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[Chorus?]
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(Ain't no way)
Ha, I'm thinkin', I'm thinkin', I'm thinkin'
I need some more money
I've been good for some years, I've got old money
What I spent on this car, that was your money
Take a trip to [PI?] with a snow-bunny
I can't never get back what they stole from me
I can't never get back what they stole from me
So I gotta keep going, going, going, going
Trip to the islands, treat my life like a secret
This b*tch know I'm fly as a seagull, I stay flyin' private
I know she want my semen, what she do, you wouldn't believe it with your own two eye, man
All this sh*t I'm achievin', I feel like I deserve a trophy, call me the [?], man
Who the f*ck you love? Kick back in Bugatti, and roll papers and munch on some Rap Snacks
Hundred thousand, that's nothing, I'm past that
She don't know that's RS6 Hatchback
Told my momma, "It's time to stop workin', take this twenty thousand," she said, "You can have that"
They ain't know I was stuck makin' hit after hit, tryna get this sh*t lit like a lab rat
If I could, I would send you a private jet, and like a hundred thousand to your CashApp (No way)
I'on got friends no more, I've just got brothers
And all we've got is each, we gon' bulldog one-and-other
f*ck all the suckers...
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[Chorus?]
...
(Ain't no way)
Ha, I'm thinkin', I'm thinkin', I'm thinkin'
I need some more money
I've been good for some years, I've got old money
What I spent on this car, that was your money
Take a trip to [PI?] with a snow-bunny
I can't never get back what they stole from me
I can't never get back what they stole from me
So I gotta keep going, going, going, going
Trip to the islands, treat my life like a secret
This b*tch know I'm fly as a seagull, I stay flyin' private
I know she want my semen, what she do, you wouldn't believe it with your own two eye, man
All this sh*t I'm achievin', I feel like I deserve a trophy, call me the [?], man
Who the f*ck you love? Kick back in Bugatti, and roll papers and munch on some Rap Snacks
Hundred thousand, that's nothing, I'm past that
She don't know that's RS6 Hatchback
Told my momma, "It's time to stop workin', take this twenty thousand," she said, "You can have that"
They ain't know I was stuck makin' hit after hit, tryna get this sh*t lit like a lab rat
If I could, I would send you a private jet, and like a hundred thousand to your CashApp (No way)
I'on got friends no more, I've just got brothers
And all we've got is each, we gon' bulldog one-and-other
f*ck all the suckers...