The Great Blank - Cruisin' Lyrics

I'm just tryna stack to send my mom on vacation
It started in her basement, it ends on a playlist
It ends all the day shift's
It ends all sameness
I ain't tryna stunt
Tryna pay a mortgage
In a place so spacious
Just to say, I made it
Just to bring up my status
So my siblings go to college and they know
I paid it
I'm big bro, I'm big homie
Hoe's call me big D
I ain't gonna stop
Til I'm posted on a beach sippin
Margaritas by the pool
With some hunnies feelin cool
Dropped my ass up outta school
And now I'm rockin all them jewels
Want the smoke, got the juul, yuh
Got a place in Cancun, yuh
Bring the whole squad through, yuh
F*ck with me ya can't lose

Lookin for a girl, with a hip swang
Tryna get a lil more paid
Wanna bit of gold in a big chain
Tryna say all the right things
I been doin right things, wrong
Do they really like me, nah
I been on a light grind
Tryna party all the time
Cause we ball til we fall

I ain't worried bout nothin
Family ain't worried bout nothin
Homie ain't worried bout nothin
If there's a problem, I'm gonna run it yeah
I been waitin all day
Waitin for sun to shine my way
Why don't we hop on a plane
Find a place we can stay
Somewhere where it's nice, all the time
All the time, where the sun always shine
Baby right by my side
Got me feelin divine
I'm living my best life
Livin no stress life
Cant wait til I arrive

Lookin for a girl, with a hip swang
Tryna get a lil more paid
Wanna bit of gold in a big chain
Tryna say all the right things
I been doin right things, wrong
Do they really like me, nah
I been on a light grind
Tryna party all the time
Cause we ball til we fall

Keeping it all together
I been through all the weather
Waitin for that sun shine on me (On me)
Now I be down for whatever
Livin life all for the pleasure
I know at the end of the day
I got the gold (I got the gold)
I'm in control (I'm in control)
I'm making money when I'm on the road
I'm making money when I'm with my hoe
I'm countin cheddar when I'm at the house
I'm stackin lettuce when I'm on the couch
I'm makin bread from the north to the south
I'm steady eatin, you know what I'm bout, yeah yeah

Lookin for a girl, with a hip swang
Tryna get a lil more paid
Wanna bit of gold in a big chain
Tryna say all the right things
I been doin right things, wrong
Do they really like me, nah
I been on a light grind
Tryna party all the time
Cause we ball til we fall