The Way

Yeah, aye, T3, yeah
Okay, okay
Yeah, aye
I love the way, that it feels moving down the highway
Foot up on the gas pedal, moving down the interstate
I love the way, that it feels
When I'm rollin' up that dank, yeah
Sippin' on that drink, yeah
Laughing to the bank
I love the way, way, way
Laughing to the bank
I love the way, way, way
Laughing to the bank
I love the way, way, way
That it feels when I'm rollin' up that dank, yeah
Sippin' on that drink, yeah
I love the way that they look at me when I walk in the place
All that shade can't get past all these smiles in my face
Shawty hit my line and say she wanna fornicate
I put two hundred on the dash moving down the interstate
I love the way, that the commas run up when you put the funds up
I love the way, that they hate but they ain't doin' any numbers
I love the way, I just flex on them
They know just how I'm comin'
Once you talkin' bread they always switch the subject
Stupid females always try to flex on me
It's obvious I showed you no love on IG
It's hard to be yourself and even harder to be me
It's hard to spend that bread, and even harder to be cheap
I'm tryna cop some dough, I can't go back to EBT
'Cause TR3 off the GP gon' be on B.E.T.
My niggas put me on, and some gon' try to hang on me
Pockets got me limping, you gon' think I got that thing on me
I love the way, that it feels moving down the highway
Foot up on the gas pedal, moving down the interstate
I love the way, that it feels
When I'm rollin' up that dank, yeah
Sippin' on that drink, yeah
Laughing to the bank
I love the way, way, way
Laughing to the bank
I love the way, way, way
Laughing to the bank
I love the way, way, way
That it feels when I'm rollin' up that dank, yeah
Sippin' on that drink, yeah
I love the way, that I feel when I bounce down all my tracks
I love the way, that I feel when I go run me up a bag
I love the way, that she do her dance, she pop it like she mad
I love the way, they gon' feel soon as I pull up in that Jag
I love the way, when I hit the club
You know I got my people with me
I do a show, I hit the road, that was an easy fifty
Transform the whip, now you would think I had Chris Breezy with me
Ain't even tryna hit your girl, but she act sleazy with me
I bust a swerve, I gotta juug, I'm on my way to work
Don't give my digits to nobody, they get on my nerves
Might call my girl, because I'm tryna fuck her out her perm
Might roll one up soon as we done, and Usher 'Let it burn'
I love the way, that it feels moving down the highway
Foot up on the gas pedal, moving down the interstate
I love the way, that it feels
When I'm rollin' up that dank, yeah
Sippin' on that drink, yeah
Laughing to the bank
I love the way, way, way
Laughing to the bank
I love the way, way, way
Laughing to the bank
I love the way, way, way
That it feels when I'm rollin' up that dank, yeah
Sippin' on that drink, yeah