Malibu (Radio Edit) ft. Duragkev Lyrics

Sold my, sold my soul

Sold my, so what?

Get to the bucks

(Get to the bucks)

Sippin' on that Malibu

Sippin' on that Malibu

Why you trippin' I ain't mad at you

Talking shit but why you mad at me

Got the money but it had to be

Set in stone like Thanos

Take a trip to the Keys with pianos

Problems raining down, copped an umbrella

When I speak, know I speak to the teller

Her complexion looks like Nutella

Jay Z on these plays had to go Roc-A-Fella (yeah)

Look at the insides know its gold you know that it's crisp

I saw the street sign, know I'm chosen its a gift

Jordan in his prime, If I shoot I never miss (swish)

Shorty on my line, only thing she get is dick

And my fits are blind, all I heard was take a flick

I been sipping in my cup, you know this cup is almost empty

Yeah this cup is almost empty, diamonds on me and they racing

Pop a perky its amazing, on the E-way police chasing

Shorty bad she really caking, Money counting' paper chasing

Like Doodlebob we gone erase him

Why you hating get some paper

God damn this cup is empty I'm vibing and I'm flexing

I'm rapping bout this Malibu like I be in her kitty

They put the odds against me, but they ain't got shit against me

The shit I do they say its crazy, now they look at me with envy

I don't want shit but the dough, want a new Lambo and a Rolls

All of my diamonds on froze, who is your man he a hoe

Lil shorty a smoochie she gone blow (yeah)

Lil shorty a smoochie she gone blow (yeah)

This lean in my cup you know I be sippin', aye

I'm high off the shrooms you know I be trippin', aye

That nigga was scared stop running stop trippin', aye

Yeeeeeaaaaahhhh

Sippin' on that Malibu

Sippin' on that Malibu

Why you trippin' I ain't mad at you

Talking shit but why you mad at me

Got the money but it had to be

Set in stone like Thanos

Take a trip to the Keys with pianos

Problems raining down, copped an umbrella

When I speak, know I speak to the teller

Her complexion looks like Nutella

Jay Z on these plays had to go Roc-A-Fella (yeah)

Look at the insides know it's gold you know that it's crisp

I saw the street sign, know I'm chosen its a gift

Jordan in his prime, If I shoot I never miss (swish)

Shorty on my line, only thing she get is dick

And my fits are blind, all I heard was take a flick

I been sipping in my cup, you know this cup is almost empty