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oliver francis - new year's day (live in chicago) lyrics

[verse 1]
you already know i get this money for real
you could go ahead and check my numbers last year
2017, it’ll be the same thing
we gon’ get a couple bottles, we gon’ pop ’em for the team, yeah
that’s how i live life
shawty know we livin’ for the limelight
she actin’ like she used to the fast life, first class flights
shawty turn the flex into a pastime
stack the paper up
with an asian b+tch and we be layin’ up
maybe roll the white paper up
maybe pour a little hennessy up in your cup, yeah, yeah
couple b+tches at the crib and the sauce a1
this go out to aahj and all my day ones
ayy, roll another swisher, that’s just how we livin’
if you tryna’ kick it, shawty, say what you feelin’
i turn the youtube views into new bape shoes, yeah
i’m in the fl stu’ makin’ new breakthroughs, yeah, yeah
now it’s rappers in my email askin’ ’bout a feature “what the price and what the details?”
“is you really gettin’ money? is you really with these females?”, yeah

[chorus]
yeah i’m really getting money
yeah i’m really with these females
rollin’ up on the beach, ash the doobie in a seash+ll, yeah
ayy, ayy
i’m too old for these young boys, ayy
i’m too cold for these old boys, yeah
i think i’m too rich for these broke boys, broke boys
[verse 2]
so go on scroll down a bit and read the comments
they say that i’m a great and they just bein’ honest
tell my homies that i love ’em ’cause tomorrow never promised
sippin’ champagne for everything we accomplished
they been waiting so patient in antic+p+tion
for the small+town missouri boy to make it famous
counting blue hundreds, tell my mom i made it
took her out for lobster, best believe that we was gettin’ faded
headed to the coast
go on raise your glass, i propose a toast
i pull up to the spot throwin’ c+notes, blowin’ weed smoke
i traded in the cutlass, yeah, i copped the ghost
couple b+tches at the crib and the sauce a1
this go out to aahj and all my day one’s
ayy, roll another swisher, that’s just how we livin’
if you tryna’ kick it, shawty, say what you’re feelin’
i turn the one bedroom to a crib with a view, yeah
i turn the oldsmobile to a bmw, yeah, yeah
now it’s girls in my dm’s, askin’ what i’m doin’, tryna’ kick it for the weekend
we could stay out all night and tomorrow we could sleep in, yeah

[chorus]
piña colada mama, yeah, lil’ shawty puerto rican
i gave your girl the swimmin’ lessons, yeah i took her to the deep end, yeah
i’m too dope for these young boys, ayy
i’m too cold for these old boys, yeah
i think i’m too rich for these broke boys, broke boys
[outro]
thank you

- oliver francis lyrics

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