Solange Hair (feat. Lil Yachty) - CMDWN, FIJI & Ca$tro Guapo

Don't touch my hair When it's the feelings I wear Don't touch my soul When it's the rhythm I know Don't touch my crown They say the vision I've found Don't touch what's there When it's the feelings I wear They don't understand What it means to me Where we chose to go Where we've been to know They don't understand What it means to me Where we chose to go Where we've been to know You know, this hair is my shit Rode the ride, I gave it time But this here is mine You know, this hair is my shit Rode the ride, I gave it time But this here is mine What you say? Oh What you say to me? What you say to me? What you say to me? What you say to me? What you say to me? What you say to me? What you say to me? What you say to me? Don't touch my pride They say the glory's all mine Don't test my mouth They say the truth is my sound They don't understand What it means to me Where we chose to go Where we've been to know They don't understand What it means to me Where we chose to go Where we've been to know You know, this hair is my shit Rode the ride, I gave it time But this here is mine You know, this hair is my shit Rode the ride, I gave it time But this here is mine What you say? Oh What you say to me? What you say to me? What you say to me? (To me) What you say to me? (To me) What you say to me? (To me) What you say to me? What you say to me? What you say to me? What you say to me? What you say to me? What you say to me? What you say to me? What you say to me? What you say to me? What you say to me? What you say to me? What you say to me? What you say to me? What you say to me? What you say to me? What you say to me? What you say to me? What you say to me? What you say to me?

You got the light, count it all joy You got the right to be mad But when you carry it alone, you find it only getting in the way They say you gotta let it go Now tell 'em why you mad son 'Cause doing it all ain't enough 'Cause everyone all in my cup 'Cause such and such still owe me bucks So I got the right to get bucked But I try not to let it build up I'm too high, I'm too better, too much So I let it go, let it go, let it go I ran into this girl, she said, "Why you always blaming?" "Why you can't just face it?" (Be mad, be mad, be mad) "Why you always gotta be so mad?" (Be mad, be mad, be mad) "Why you always talking shit, always be complaining?" "Why you always gotta be, why you always gotta be so mad?" (Be mad, be mad, be mad) I got a lot to be mad about (Be mad, be mad, be mad) Where'd your love go? Where'd your love go? Where'd your love go? Where'd your love go? Where'd your love go? Where'd your love, baby? Yeah, but I, got a lot to be mad about Got a lot to be a man about Got a lot to pop a Xan about I used to rock hand-me-downs, and now I rock standing crowds But it's hard when you only Got fans around and no fam around And if they are, then their hands are out And they pointing fingers When I wear this fucking burden on my back like a motherfucking cap and gown Then I walk up in the bank, pants sagging down And I laugh at frowns, what they mad about? 'Cause here come this motherfucker with this mass account That didn't wear cap and gown Are you mad 'cause the judge ain't give me more time? And when I attempted suicide, I didn't die I remember how mad I was on that day Man, you gotta let it go before it get up in the way Let it go, let it go I ran into this girl, she said, "Why you always blaming?" "Why you can't just face it?" "Why you always gotta be so mad?" (Be mad, be mad, be mad) I got a lot to be mad about (Be mad, be mad, be mad) Where'd your love go? Where'd your love go? Where'd your love go? Where'd your love go? Where'd your love go? Where'd your love, baby? I ran into this girl, I said, "I'm tired of explaining" Man, this shit is draining But I'm not really allowed to be mad

Ayy, ayy, what's up gang Let me go secure the M's for the gang Ayy, ayy, what's up gang Those niggas still think it's my fault Ayy I got that check and took off (took off) Alot of these niggas look lost (they though) They broke they think it's my fault (fuck 'em) Want smoke? We blowin', no cough I want the bitch, she caught I'm drippin', I'm stuck with the sauce (good drip) Yo bitch be fuckin' me raw (good drip) But she love you don't cut yo bitch off (yo bitch) Brand new Givenchy it's white (that's light) Limited Louis, that's light (too light) Wraith in the city, that's light (that's light) LED, look at the lights (too light) We the ones niggas don't like (don't like) But you niggas too light (too light) Why even play with yo life? (yo, life) Bank account looking like yikes (Bank account lookin' like yikes) I went been feelin' all kites To puttin' an M on my block New Gucci sweater is drip (that's drip) Somebody give me a mop (that's drip) These niggas act like the cops (Like fuzz) Gossipin' more than the thots (nigga what?) In jail I had stripes off the rocks (stripes) I make you count off the rocks These niggas think that I made it and Can't get my friends, so they wanna be ops If I see no niggas who hatin' and I'm In that spaceship, I'm droppin' that top I get that cake like my b-day ain't no happy belated I'm callin' the guap Who gave you niggas a voice Who told you your thoughts count GPS straight to the money I put my niggas in route They told me got bricks in the drop AR with the big Mickey Mouse You poses your lady at 12, Ain't that nice seein' my dick in her mouth? Candles all over the mansion You lil niggas can't shit on my house I got that check and took off (took off) Alot of these niggas look lost (they though) They broke they think it's my fault (fuck 'em) Want smoke? We blowin', no cough I want the bitch, she caught I'm drippin', I'm stuck with the sauce (good drip) Yo bitch be fuckin' me raw (good drip) But she love you don't cut yo bitch off (yo bitch) Brand new Givenchy it's white (that's light) Limited Louis, that's light (too light) Wraith in the city, that's light (that's light) LED, look at the lights (too light) We the ones niggas don't like (don't like) But you niggas too light (too light) Why even play with yo life? (yo, life) Bank account looking like yikes (Bank account lookin' like yikes) Fuck-fuck with-with me-me boy Cut off your hands and your fingers 100 round in your ears with a ringer Cock it back, watch it turn to a singer Get it firing like this Jerry Springer All of my niggas on go-go Zip the AR back like the pogo Don't do dirty with these niggas, they popo Had a G Wagon trap turned to rojo Finally gave it to us in that cold-cold Heard the hoes going' wild down in soho One's black and the other one's Mexican Had the hoes eating dick like El Pollo Younger than you with a Maybach Younger than you with a Bentley Fuckin' your bitch from the back, Got her head in a pillow, she keep yellin' gently Ain't being friends with these niggas Cause when i was down not a soul had sympathy That's how I go when you're broke Bitch on the boat do coke Bitch I fucked up on my own Not get lost on these new niggas clones Fucked that bitch and she asked for a loan Bitch you gon' get that shit on your own And nobody give me not a thing So I spend 90k on my ring You can see all my pain in my watch Got my ex downing' bottles of scotch Walkin' round with my hand on my crotch Cause I'm popping and i know you not And I know you see just how I'm livin' You not happy with life so you sippin' Walkin' reeboks on treetops gettin' hella guap Got a big Benz like Sasquatch, Are you talking shit, nigga, with a bitch? Know it's top notch I got that check and took off (took off) Alot of these niggas look lost (they though) They broke they think it's my fault (fuck 'em) Want smoke? We blowin', no cough I want the bitch, she caught I'm drippin', I'm stuck with the sauce (good drip) Yo bitch be fuckin' me raw (good drip) But she love you don't cut yo bitch off (yo bitch) Brand new Givenchy it's white (that's light) Limited Louis, that's light (too light) Wraith in the city, that's light (that's light) LED, look at the lights (too light) We the ones niggas don't like (don't like) But you niggas too light (too light) Why even play with yo life? (yo, life) Bank account looking like yikes (Bank account lookin' like yikes) The iPhone IG all the time (I see you) How dare them niggas gon' lie? Wagyu steak, I dine (real steak) 8 oz, two 55 (real steak) I can't get funky with niggas, My niggas so groovy, you niggas be jives If i ain't had love for me, I woulda been trying' to get Nicki Minaj I need a duffle a verse, I do a hook for a dime Put murders on FaceTime before i get to the club, Nigga, look at the line Money ain't changed my heart but I'm smarter I guess it changed my mind And I take care of my hitters in prison, Don't think it's safe inside (stab his ass) I got that check and took off (took off) Alot of these niggas look lost (they though) They broke they think it's my fault (fuck 'em) Want smoke? We blowin', no cough I want the bitch, she caught I'm drippin', I'm stuck with the sauce (good drip) Yo bitch be fuckin' me raw (good drip) But she love you don't cut yo bitch off (yo bitch) Brand new Givenchy it's white (that's light) Limited Louis, that's light (too light) Wraith in the city, that's light (that's light) LED, look at the lights (too light) We the ones niggas don't like (don't like) But you niggas too light (too light) Why even play with yo life? (yo, life) Bank account looking like yikes (Bank account lookin' like yikes)

VROOM VROOM I just wanna ball, Like I'm 23 Won't you get with me? You should get with me I just wanna ball, like I'm 23 Like I'm 23, Yeah I'm 23 Shoot in these lil nigga faces (pew pew, BALL, ouuuu) Shorty cannot replace me just face it All them others you're hanging with basic Look at your hoe she can't do me Look at my life ISSA movie You know my fooly keep a tooly Stick together like Max & Ruby I want my payment every penny If not then I disappear like I'm houdini Pass me the ball I'm finna TD She trying to cuff like LAPD, (teee, yee) All these lil whores wanna be me Pay attention it ain't easy Shout out the nawfside & free Meek, (freee meek) Diamonds crying on meee Feds spying on me Hoes lying on me But I been ballin all week. (Swish) You niggas be committing treason I skip hibernation y'all sleep every season She swear she got that juicy ima shoot my shot like 23 (Baby what's up) I'm. hot... solar. flare. Haters. cold. polar.bears... If.you.ain't.GANG... You can.stand.over.there I just wanna ball, Like I'm 23 Won't you get with me? You should get with me I just wanna ball, like I'm 23 Like I'm 23, Yeah I'm 23 I just wanna ball, Like I'm 23 Won't you get with me? You should get with me I just wanna ball, like I'm 23 Like I'm 23, (LIL BOAT) Yeah I'm 23 B! tch I ball like 23, ball like 45 Keep a .45 on my hip cause it's time to ride N! ggas think shit sweet 'til it's go time or no time I had to let them know it was my time Like I'm next in line Like I'm out of mind like I'm out of line Gave these b! tches right up out the pan Ball like I'm playing right in front Of like a hundred thousand hundred thousand fans, (LIL BOAT!) Who is he? Someone get their mans, (Lil Boat) I ain't fvcking with these n! ggas Cause these n! ggas pure pussy & their fragile. A n! gga ball like Harden Oops, excuse me, pardon Have you seen me lately? A n! gga really had to glow up Cause them people didn't wanna grow up Had to leave them n! ggas in the past tense Couldn't reach me like a gated fence When i know & i know (mumbles something) You can kiss my ass (LIL BOAT) Shot wet splish splashh Tell me why you ain't see me when I wasn't seeing this cash Jimmy nuetron "gotta blast" I've been goin up fast Live this day like my last Live this day like my laaaaast! I just wanna ball, Like I'm 23 Won't you get with me? You should get with me I just wanna ball, like I'm 23 Like I'm 23, Yeah I'm 23

Aye, Dnny Phntm, you made this shit? 1k [Chorus: Ca$tro Guapo] Drop my top, she get off her tot Gettin' head from a thot, think her name Roxanne Lean, lean, Wock, bitch, I ain't gon' stop Only pour straight drop, think I need more Xans Your bitch on go, got the blicks on go But the clip so long, wouldn't fit in my pants Chain on froze, gotta wipe my nose I don't need no flash just to make these dance Drop my top, she get off her tot Gettin' head from a thot, think her name Roxanne Lean, lean, Wock, bitch, I ain't gon' stop Only pour straight drop, think I need more Xans Your bitch on go, got the blicks on go But the clip so long, wouldn't fit in my pants Chain on froze, gotta wipe my nose I don't need no flash just to make these dance Quit playin', C-M-D-W-N on my chain You fool, quicksand, chopper bullets cook a nigga like ham You cute, my son, lil nigga tryna be like his dad Do you, I'm saying, stop downloading sauce from my Gram Red Bimmer so you better think fast Yeah, 'cause you know we ain't goin' out sad Won't hit your line 'cause I'm all about bands Blow the show money, spend it all on Acme Make it all back, spend it all on Raf Since I went broke, said I ain't going back Niggas say it's rap but I swear it's all cap You ain't got fans 'cause your music all trash Drop my top, she get off her tot Gettin' head from a thot, think her name Roxanne Lean, lean, Wock, bitch, I ain't gon' stop Only pour straight drop, think I need more Xans Your bitch on go, got the blicks on go But the clip so long, wouldn't fit in my pants Chain on froze, gotta wipe my nose I don't need no flash just to make these dance Drop my top, she get off her tot Gettin' head from a thot, think her name Roxanne Lean, lean, Wock, bitch, I ain't gon' stop Only pour straight drop, think I need more Xans Your bitch on go, got the blicks on go But the clip so long, wouldn't fit in my pants Chain on froze, gotta wipe my nose I don't need no flash just to make these dance Catch up, bang, bang Don't care what hoes say, call me Jose I got dreadlocks like Buckwheat, Otay Cops tryna lock me up, it's on low bay At the Wells Fargo, don't go to Chase New, mix Gucci with the Yeezys White diamonds look like Fiji I'm the sauce power, call me Speedy My new wrist a Lamborghini Crawled out fresher than a genie Your bitch on my head like a beanie What's in the Glock, it's weenie You know I got greens, Cabrini Drop my top, she get off her tot Gettin' head from a thot, think her name Roxanne Lean, lean, Wock, bitch, I ain't gon' stop Only pour straight drop, think I need more Xans Your bitch on go, got the blicks on go But the clip so long, wouldn't fit in my pants Chain on froze, gotta wipe my nose I don't need no flash just to make these dance Drop my top, she get off her tot Gettin' head from a thot, think her name Roxanne Lean, lean, Wock, bitch, I ain't gon' stop Only pour straight drop, think I need more Xans Your bitch on go, got the blicks on go But the clip so long, wouldn't fit in my pants Chain on froze, gotta wipe my nose I don't need no flash just to make these dance