Cloud 9 - Yung Pinch

Won’t you tell me what I want to hear

Won’t you tell me what I want to hear

Won’t you tell me what I want to hear

Y’all be on some hoe shit

I’m just sipping potion

Chilling by the sea yeah

The city by the ocean

You know what I’m smoking

On that potent

I’m on that cloud 9

Yeah bitch I be floating

Y’all be on some hoe shit

I just do my own shit

Focus on the money nowadays that’s some grown shit

(…) flight I just got flown in

Wheres your bitch at is she finna slide through

Wonder why she want to hide you

Wonder why you always lied to

Cause you the one she gonna cry to

I’m the young man running through the city like I’m Bruce Wayne

I switch up bitches when my mood change

Young boy but I do things

Young boy but I do things

I’ma break it down for you right now

24 hours out the day I be working

I’ma break it down for you right now

24 hours out the day she be twerking

I get that work in

I get that work in

Y’all be on some hoe shit

I be on my own shit

Focus on the money nowadays

I be on some grown shit

Still sipping on that potion

Still smoking on that potent

Cloud 9 private jets when we fly

Yeah you know that I stay floating

Y’all be on some hoe shit

I just do my own shit

Worry about me then you must’ve lost focus

Worry about me then you must’ve lost focus

Y’all be on some hoe shit

I just do my own shit

Worry about me then you must’ve lost focus

Worry about me then you must’ve lost focus

I be on some

I be on some grown shit

Moving on my own shit

I guess this is how it goes

Shawty wonder why

I can’t keep her close

I been on the rise

Rocking all these shows

Every other night

Hit me when you’re home

You should come by

I just sent a car

You could come and stay

We could have some fun

There ain’t much to say

We knew what it was

She said it depends

Ever since then we ain’t really been friends

And ever since then she the one I can’t stand

Saying I’m a man now she gone with the wind

Gone with the wind

Free my homeboys

I’m working so when you come back it’s in a Rolls Royce

I know what the juice and the streets do

Only cry when homies die and their knees bent

Yeah hit 50 for the beef