365 lyrics

[Intro]
(Yo, Mannie)
Long
(Swae-swaeze!)

[Verse 1]
Lighthouse in my ear, please help me find my way
I’ve been in Givenchy, trappin’ bags all day
Got your boys goin’ so hard I wanna sign my play
I ain’t ever met a b*tch, say she had a man, wanna slide my way (Hit it)
Put it on you, uh

[Chorus]
Change the b*tch up ‘cause the b*tch got mollys
What you do ‘Wee?
I’ma real drip, don’t need no stylist (I’m the real drip, let’s go)
Even in the white tee, b*tch did designer (Healthy, my white tee, b*tch, this designer)
I’m a spend an eighty on my wrist and [?][0:46] my brain
Three sixty-five
Wake up and put this sh*t on (Put it on)
These n*ggas remind me of me so much that I might as well make me a clone (Big clone Wee)
Buyin’ bags with the big clone, [?][0:56] you doin’
f*ckin’ on the form in the foreign
[?][0:58] smokin’ on hay in the middle in the middle of the barn
I’ll call another b*tch when the b*tch get borin’, yeah
[Verse 2]
Three sixty-five
Playin’ with the gang, they’ll make five fires (Baow, Glock)
Three sixty-five
I’ma real drip, don’t need no stylist
Three sixty-five
Everyday, a n*gga tryna stack ten thousand
Three sixty-five
Make a hunnid bands just as I touched down in Charlotte
Gotta keep it on me, hunnid rounds in the carbon
I’ve been in the zone, got me feelin’ like a zombie
Wrappin’ up a brick, make it look like a mummy
White boy Nick, put a switch on the Tommy
Couple hunnid bands, got me rich designer
Another three sixty-five, spend it, and pile money
I don’t go to set ‘less I spend me a hunna
And I don’t wanna f*ck ‘less you pay me the money, Long
Break a b*tch back (f*ck we do?)

[Chorus]
Change the b*tch up ‘cause the b*tch got mollys
What you do ‘Wee?
I’ma real drip, don’t need no stylist (I’m the real drip, let’s go)
Even in the white tee, b*tch did designer (Healthy, my white tee, b*tch, this designer)
I’m a spend an eighty on my wrist and [?] my brain (Bling)
Three sixty-five
Wake up and put this sh*t on (Put it on)
These n*ggas remind me of me so much that I might as well make me a clone (Big clone Wee)
Buyin’ bags with the big clone, [?] you doin’
f*ckin’ on the form in the foreign
[?] smokin’ on hay in the middle in the middle of the barn
I’ll call another b*tch when the b*tch get borin’, yeah
Three sixty-five
Three sixty-five
Three sixty-five
Three sixty-five