Crazy.. For some reason, this exact version has been living in my mind rent-free, for days😒. Then the algorithm brought me here.🪄 It plays out, like a score to an indie thriller, set in a modern-day small nook, of a big town. ..Like, 🤔 a Peele, Blumhouse or Hughes Brothers type movie📽️🍿🎬. ... A shot from a high -ariel angle, panning over some wooded area, with a light fog in the foreground. The song fades in and out as you move like the fog, passing the various windows of the guests staying at the INN. Almost, giving you a glimpse of what's to come .. Like an entity, choosing it's next victim, one-by-one. Then, a sudden stum of the violin, like a shudder through your bones.. You then, end up at the front door, where you meet the last guest to arrive, for the first and last time...
Lyrics : {Verse} I'm in New York with the homies just chilling with New York Got a bitch right now, she (?...) Got a bitch right now she waiting on me, got money on the floor, young nigga, yeah Tryna play with the money, yeah Thousand checks, we got cash, we gon' flex Fuck these niggas, hold up, out bad They want smoke with me and my nigga, lets go Nigga we smoke wit Cash, yeah, nigga gotta let it blow I got these hoes they waiting on me, yeah, they waiting fasho I get the cash, I got the money, I get the cash for sure, yeah Let's get it, yeah, let's get it, slime We gotta turn up for these niggas just for the one time We got guns on guns, young nigga, yeah, we shooting something I'm off the percs oh yeah, had to show 'em some' Guns on guns on guns, on guns, yeah Cash, on cash, uh huh Me and my nigga we bringing our nine Me and my niggas gon shoot at 'em both Fuck these niggas, they ain't talking 'bout nun, niggas don't want no war I'm a put a nigga on a T-Shirt, Ion give a fuck 'bout nun I'm gon' shoot at your eyes first, we don't give a fuck 'bout your gun I got a 'K on me, I make your opp run, yeah I'ma count up, huh, huh I serve crack, we got MACs Servin' bitches, huh, with the packs Uh huh, yeah, yeah, yeah Turn up for me Turn up for me Diamonds, styrofoam on me Double cup, uh, yeah Double cup, yeah, holup, uh Double cup love, yeah Shawty wanna fuck on drugs, yeah Double cup love, yeah Shawty wanna fuck my drugs, yeah I'm in love I'm in love with drugs now I'm in love, hol' up I'm a slimy slugger, holup Me and my nigga we thuggin', holup I'ma fuck these hoes, holup Shawty want be my-, holup, holup I can't fuck these hoes forever (Ugh, ugh) I gotta get this money, I'm too clever (Ice, ice, ice) All white Dior sweater I'ma pull up, yeah, and change the weather Got bitches everywhere Got diamonds everywhere These cats everywhere These bitches gotta step These bitches everywhere, tryna fuck on Cash, yeah Tryna fuck on bags, yeah Tryna pop these tags yeah And I'm on the percs yeah And I'm on the lean, holup Tryna check me out, yeah We too clean, yeah Hold up, hold up, slime fine I'm tryna fuck this bitch, holup She gotta be mine, holup Yeah, huh, my slime fine, yeah I'm tryna fuck this bitch, holup She gotta be mine I wanna meet your hoe, I wanna take her out She gotta suck my dick, she gotta eat me up She got uhh, yeah Uhh, yeah
