King Los - Hello, Good Morning lyrics

Uh one two one two It's Los Check check one two one two Zero Ugh big chain and a watch Maybach leave sh** stains on ya block Ciroc in my cup I don't give a f** And I'm screamin' that, while I get brain on a yacht If money talks I'm a loud discussion You got knots in ya pockets I got mild concussions I got a God given flow amen I'm all over this b**h like spray tan Even Diddy gotta respect this one I'm finna black out no electrician I'm too big to hide me Too wide for you guys to be beside me Goddamn a blind man could recognize me f** I need an ID, for? I just open up the doors on the Masi I got a bad yellow b**h - black shades And I threw D's on her - bad grades "f** hatin'" what I tell I hater We raise hell like Satan on a elevator This a retro sneaker never lace it Twenty threes on custom shocks never scrape it Make love to beautiful b**hes never tape it Whether it's Patron or p**y never chase it Time, love, money, and knowledge, never waste it You real give a look or a nod never say it Forever cool lack of emotion never faded So fly think I bumped my head on heaven's basement Ha gimme a second Ciroc in my cup and I don't give a f** Okay okay Thinkin' that revenge is sweet you never taste it Success is the best revenge you never made it She ain't gotta be bi I could buy both you Rock-a-bye I could fly out bi-coastal You could see I'm fly without bifocals Who local? You dummin' My name get mentioned by the locals in London Vocals in Paris f** folk who compare me Sweatsuit grey Bentley coupe with the hoodie back Canary so fly your b**h thought she saw a putty tat So I flew her through the hood and back And somethin' with the hood and back