V Lyrics

And Araine says unto T-Jay

Aye Aye

Aye yo mah nigga

Aye yo where you at mah nigga

I ain't see you in a minute mah nigga

I heard you was working hard mah nigga

Putting in that grind mah nigga

You go ahead and shine mah nigga

You know it take time nigga

You can't do that shit overnight nigga

Go work nigga

Work

Only after years of some work nigga

Only then you gon' get to kick them feet up nigga

But don't let me ever hear you give up nigga

Cause Imma hunt you nigga

Imma be on your ass nigga

Yea nigga, yea nigga

Lemme hear you talk your shit nigga

Talk your shit nigga

Talk your

Shit

I gotta up and go

I gotta move on my soul

What’s the admission, the toll

(Huh)

Pay with yuh blood or yuh soul

Well I buckets ah both

(Yea yea I got money boy)

I gotta prove I'm the man, one day and pull up in France

(Pull up)

Pull up and buss out, then I do my dance

(Dance dance)

Ain’t no telling what’s the fashion, my brand

(Yeah that mine boy)

I gotta help Mr Musk build his dreams

(Yea)

Cause me and Elon

We got the dreams

(Yea)

I gotta boot up

And sweat for my team

(Yea)

I gotta suit up

Loose blood for my team

(Yea)

I gotta tool up

And shoot for my team

(Yea)

Ain’t it funny, how you can’t forget my name

(Yea)

What’s my name again

Oh it’s Araine

(Yea)

Ain’t it funny, how it rhymes with T-Jay

(Yea)

What's two-thirds of it

Araine T-Jay

(Huh)

He the greatest, that's some shit you might say

(Huh)

If not you, then your children

Ok

(Yea)

One day, when I pull up, show out

Again

Too many ways for the boy

Understand

I’m bound to make it, oh yea that’s the plan

(Yea)

Ain’t gonna say mine its the master plan

Master tell me if I really want love

I better pack it up

And move to France

But I can’t be around no shorty from Russia

Whenever she near, a bulge in my pants

(Oo)

That’s how I know I be crushing and loving her

Anyway on to the topic of money though

Getting that money like hitting your funny bone

Ain't nothing sweet but you laugh when they pay you though

Ain't nothing sweet but you laugh when they pay you though

(Yeah)

You better play all my music on radios

Radio

Radio

Ain’t no curses in my verses but scary though

Radio

Radio

If I’m cursing then these verses in hearses bro

This that scary hour type, kinda dirty flow

Mix Tequila with the Vodka and Amsterdam

I don’t really give a damn what they thinking man

I don’t really give a damn what they planning too

I’ve been sipping all day on that Grey Goose

If the liq fall

Ain’t no telling what Imma do

Slip out and shorty be screaming oh no

Slip back in, now she moaning like oh ou

Yea

Oh ou

Like Goku

Imma transform

Like a super Sayian

Hit it from the back, make her say my name

Hit it from the back, make her say Araine

(Say my name baby girl)

I might switch play

Don’t know what to say

I’ve been listening to your music like half a day

But it’s getting lame

Like what a shame

And you sound like a nigga with a similar name

These rappers should be spelt w r a

Like a plastic bag

How they blow away

I ain't Katy Perry, but I feel same

I be spying Katy hard

No wedding ring

This the level up

A crescendo thing

Imma keep on getting better till I’m better than better

And I got chillers for wine and my cheddar

I wrote this for you with ink and a feather

This a love letter for who think they better

I sealed this letter with the kiss of death

I rip the S that was on, off my chest

Cause I no longer got any weakness

I know I’m better than better and best

I know I’m better than better and best