Cruise Control - Oliver Francis

Gettin money when I come through man

Thought I told y’all I dont play

Ain’t nothing but W’s man

I ain’t takin no L’s no way, no way

Big bands yeah I’m thumbin through 'em man

In the back of the CLA

Dime piece in the front row man

And you know that she thinkin bout me, bout me

Fans come first and the paper come next

How I turn the flow to a check

Now I’m in a Rolls with a bad brunette

Imma make the girl sing like a string quartet

Fly by winter time on a snowmobile

Gettin high with a dime man this shit’s surreal

Butterflies in her eyes and the looks to kill

She rock Christian Dior and stiletto heels

So pour it up and watch it bubble

Real big bands in a Louis V duffle

Whatever y’all smoke man I smoke double

Whatever y’all spending I spend double

Like fuck 'em

Got a couple bottles in the bucket

Ice cold champagne really not nothin'

That’s nothing

Go on check the numbers

I crush it

Pretty boy swag got the whole game muggin'

I know you

Got some shit that you goin' through

But dawg you is way too emotional

I’m just a kid makin' beats

Don’t play yourself takin' me way too seriously

Lil bitch im out of your league

I’m moving seats

I turned your bitch to a freak

Shawty gon' roll up my weed

She roll up my weed

Like 24/7 a week

And all this rappin shit

Been on some practice shit

I’m self produced

Now who the fuck is laughin bitch?

Who the fuck is in the stu when you track your shit?

I’m in the bedroom right now

Crack the swish

Can’t put the mic down

Man I had to spit

I ain’t really had a choice

Man I had to hit

I’m sleeping california king size mattresses

I smash this shit

You know im steady cashin' bitch

Roll my dope

Whip on cruise control

Let’s get high let’s go

Roll my dope

Stacking up my C-notes

Countin up my pesos

Studio

Somewhere in tokyo

Champagne overflow

Roll my dope

With the whip on cruise control

With the whip on cruise control