Marc Vinyls - Early Retirement lyrics

Put yo, put yo, put yo hands up
Get yo' drink in yo' cup
You, you can call up all your homies
'cause it's time to live it up
We the baddest in this bitch
All yo' friends know wassup
We, we gon' do this all night
Til the sun is coming up (coming up)

Money goin' up, got a Polo robe
Wait -waiting for the day for a sold-out show
Weak MCs better fix that flow
I'm the best in the state
And they still don't know
Butthurt bitches better let that go
Mellow out now understood your role
No sushi, flow Gucci fit me loosely
Bros and groupies
We -we kick stu' late night
There's word to a roomy
Show you some fun that you never seen
Fr-fresh like that evergreen
I roll with the better team
On the spotlight in every scene

Put yo, put yo, put yo hands up
Get yo' drink in yo' cup
You, you can call up all your homies
'cause it's time to live it up
We the baddest in this bitch
All yo' friends know wassup

We, we gon' do this all night
Til the sun is coming up (coming up)
Still the same man, got a game plan
Big gold, ain't tryna get a spray tan
An' got cream now
We the future of the new world seen now
Name getting double D now
Big shit, young boss
Just 5 6 but get dunked on
Way far gone, I got cut off
Always winning never had to feel a tough loss
Early retirement
Bring that heat, need the firemen
Got that TGL bumping from
Australia to Ireland (woo)
I ain't tired of rhyming
Shit I could do this forever
Swipe that Visa like Tindr
Ain't skipped a class all semester
Let's get it

Put yo, put yo, put yo hands up
Get yo' drink in yo' cup
You, you can call up all your homies
Cause it's time to live it up
We the baddest in this bitch
All yo' friends know wassup
We, we gon' do this all night
Til the sun is coming up (coming up)

I don't fuck with this nigga
With them all stars, the world r-r's
Hol up, fuck a rolly, we dem aldemars
Used to ride in them spokes
Nigga all dem cars nigga ballin' hard
Got all dem bras hooking on her walls
Grilled beat like Hulk
Getting bounced outta bars
Telling them get lost
Sauce with that Ovama, hit that broad
Marco, yeah Polo, that's my dawg
Left her hanging like the Gallo
'cause it take too long
What's in that bong, Yung $KRAP get gone
Walk us out, can't do no wrong
I'm too chill, get the crew real
This the new feel, split like a blue pill
Tired of chilling with a few mill
That bitch on a house with a new hill

Put yo hands up get yo drink in yo' cup
You, you can call up all your homies
'cause it's time to live it up
We the baddest in this bitch
All yo' friends know wassup
We, we gon' do this all night
Til the sun is coming up (coming up)