Suave Toronto - Absolete Lyrics

Phew, Phew, Phew
(Suave turn on that shit)
Had to go do it again, got moves, I'm on it (I'm on that shit)
Talking 'bout running up bands, but I do that shit often (I do that shit often)
I did it automatic bitch, they knew I hit all threes (Swish)
I made like 31 grand, it's hitting yeah we all eat (It's hitting, it's hitting, it's hitting)
Had to extend my flight, I was sitting real comfy (Vroom, Land)
Money still came dirty, I might need to do laundry
Ran up inside of the bank, oh shit, they know me (It's Suav)
I'm trying to go get what they can't, slow up fast and 40 (Skirt, gone)
I wave my wand again, got your sauce, spilled it on me (Levio-cash)
Bad bitch in advance, but I make bags on my lonely (Now go get my stacks up)
Now I'm out in LA, I got the top-down, with 2 seats (That Porsche got that pussy on it)
60 I'm switching dem' lanes, I'm swervin' fast, think they saw me
(Lil' nigga I been on glo)
I smokin' to the brain, pulling out, this a rari (This some new fast shit)
I'm bout to go insane, I hit a flex, on Atari (Hit it it's easy)
I had to step my shit up, on my shoe game, like yari (Uh, I'm steppin', I'm steppin')
Out in Hollywood, they think they foreign, how they on me
No cheats codes, why she think she could spawn me (Damn)
You better have your guap right, nigga it's on 3
You did it to yourself, stupid nigga, don't call me (Please don't call me)
Heard he in a shelter, and he eating, baloney (Bum ass niggas eating shit)
Niggas never listen, so they fall, that's not on me (Lame)
I'm looking out this window, of this flight, counting dolleys (Good)
Had my phone on airplane mode, please don't bother me (Don't)
Woke up in a b&b, had too much guap on me (Countin', hmm)