Boatloads

[Intro: Smoke DZA] (MonstaBeatz) Yeah, uh Yeah, Kush God, bitch Uh [Verse 1: Smoke DZA] Soon as I started getting money, was over for lectures (Right) Hired lieutenants, worked the spot, and they overprotective (Uh) I told them niggas, "Hold it down, let me work for a second" I had some packs and made it stretch like a yoga instructor (Really) Shit, I'm always finessing (Uh), it's a whole 'nother setting (Uh) I have to double up on safes for this dough that I'm getting (Right) Plus, I just got another fifty, a whole 'nother blessing Make sure you stack some away for March, it's a whole 'nother lesson Had 'em over the edge, and legend has it, drought hit I had to show 'em magic (Uh), charge high like they never had it On God, spot cliquing, pack kickin' like Jean Claude My mission, got the hood in an arm bar Come on, dawg, my onslaught Way more John Blaze, you on dark Trust I'm good, I want her mouth, you want her heart, I'm on par She double back to me all in all, uh [Chorus: Smoke DZA] On the low, though She really couldn't wait 'til I was solo You tripping when you know that that's a mojo I ain't never trippin' over old flow DC girl like a lil' go-go Plus, she on my body, that's a GoPro I always catch her creepin' under photos They come a dime a dozen, talkin' boatloads Boatloads, boatloads [Verse 2: Jack Harlow] When you from the city, they see you winning, they hate it Hard to be concerned when I'm laughing and gettin' faded I got twenty thoroughbreds, it be hard to just pick a favorite She playing with my hair and she asking if she can braid it Drama got a residence, he in Vegas, he wanna take me I was tryna date her, but lately, she acting flakey Maybe I'm mistaken and she ain't tryna be taken I thought I was player, but damn, she might've played me (Ooh) I got a shorty out in DC And she rock the '99 D's with the primary colors on 'em Turnt all summer on 'em Ayy, forget about what-you-call-him [Chorus: Smoke DZA] On the low, though She really couldn't wait 'til I was solo You tripping when you know that that's a mojo I ain't never trippin' over old flow DC girl like a lil' go-go Plus, she on my body, that's a GoPro I always catch her creeping under photos They come a dime a dozen, talkin' boatloads Boatloads, boatloads