Custom - Dave B.

Yah

No more trouble cruising

Got a new bike

Paint job, custom, make you feel

To not

Inhale, heaven sent, angel

Of mine

Let’s go get away, yeah

No-no-no, floating away, yeah-yeah

Money, money all on my mind

Homie is starting

We’ve been strolling around all the time

Don’t get to park it

Payday got me feeling like

Bottled in your apartment

Soon as I let you off on the bed

We tryna start shit

Find something, I love it

I keep my mind running

Time’s nothing, non-existent, love

I’m equipped with more cents than a meter

Be damned, want me when I caught

Bring my t-shirts, make room for what I’ma leave

Then I’m off girl

You got to get your ones up and your fun up

One puff get your lungs stuck, nigga what up

Bu-bu-bu-busting through the traffic, I’m a monstah

When isn’t rocking the bike, pull up in my mom car

Long story, short conversations, close encounters

Long awkward silence

May not have the words but

The bong packed with knowledge

This song filled with passion

Sip it and get in like it

Rich, I’m the nigga, I am

Pa-pay attention mami

No more trouble cruising

Got a new bike

Paint job, custom, make you feel

To not

Inhale heaven sent, angel

Of mine

Let’s go get away, yeah

No-no-no, floating away, yeah-yeah

Aye

La-la-la and another one

You can play the victim but to us you just a customer

All the shit you talking, won’t you tell me what you running from