Ciani on the Beat - Thought I Was Playin' Lyrics

Folks thought I was playin' and they never thought I'd get nice
Give it to you smooth on the midnight

Folks thought I was playin'
Fa-Fa-Fa Folks thought I was playin'

Folks thought I was playin'
Fa-Fa-Fa Folks thought I was playin'

Folks thought I was playin'
Fa-Fa-Fa Folks thought I was playin'

Folks thought I was playin'
Fa-Fa-Fa Folks thought I was playin'

Folks thought I was playin' and they never thought I'd get nice
Give it to you smooth on the midnight

Yea...
Shinin' to bright, LED high beams
Hit you in the Lungs, Covid 19
Stinkin' like Green, marijuana hygiene
Thought I was playin' now they ask to be on my team
Comin' with them counter shots, call me Canelo
Music with that bass clef, playing cello
If you gonna shake it, make it bounce like Jell-O
Never sour cause I mix that Amaretto
Call me on my cell though, I ain't got no landline
Sneaky with them bombs, hidden like a land mine
Bout that damn time, for me to represent
Try to count my money get receipts for what I spent
Never see my pockets, take note what I'm coppin'
All about that profit, you talk you need to stop it
Unless you talking about my winnings
Either see me mean muggin' or counting money grinnin'

Folks thought I was playin'
Fa-Fa-Fa Folks thought I was playin'

Folks thought I was playin'
Fa-Fa-Fa Folks thought I was playin'

Folks thought I was playin'
Fa-Fa-Fa-Fa Folks thought I was playin'

Folks thought I was playin'
Fa-Fa-Fa Folks thought I was playin'

Folks thought I was playin' and they never thought I'd get nice
Give it to you smooth on the midnight

Yo...
Bounce in like a G, got a drink in each hand
Everybody staring and they all like Damn
They see the fresh tats, ladies love the tan
Tank Top, Flip Flop, you just wouldn't understand
The boys back, (FL FL FLORIDA) flows so smooth
Got Ciani on the Beat so the boy can't lose
Won't lose, I refuse to, Dude you know what time it is
I rep the way I live with every lyric wrote and rhyme I spit
Rollin' in the truck, 2 twelves and a strap
And a Louie Ville Slugger 'case the shit gets like that
Here's the fact, spark the blunt, I'm 7 deep on mister Beam
The way I polish off these bottles y'all should call me Mr. Clean
Start my own team home field down in South Florida
Tryin' keep it real, dust off the South shoulder
I thought I told ya boy I'll show ya how it's done
Tip that bottle to your lip
Now chug that fifth and roll a thick one

Folks thought I was playin' and they never thought I'd get nice
Give it to you smooth on the midnight