[ Featuring press1two ]
A yo One two
Bobby shots
Just trust
If you believe
Everything will be just fine
Just fine
Ya
Why is everyone worried
About my mind
When really
You're the one that it's on
And isn't it ironic
That I'm hooked on you
Like a phonic
And it's bitter sweet
Gin and tonic
Or a gin and juice
Chronic bubonic
Relax
I got it
Flying out
Come back stacked
New rings
And some new bags
Pull up to the dealership
Feeling like Eminem
We'll take two of them
Paying cash
And when the moneys spent
Fly out again
Just trust
Come with me girl
Come with me
Come with me girl
Come with me
You can come with
Brand new truck ride
What kind
Oh, it's a G65
And the plane
It's a G6
Oh shit
Ya, like I said
Sit back, relax
And get to it
Chillin out to the music
And we boozin' staying bougie
In the ocean like we Frank
Counting stacks
Bank
Just trust
If you believe
Everything will be just fine
Just fine, ya
Just trust
If you believe
Everything will be just fine
Just fine, ya
