Oliver Francis - Cruise Control lyrics
Oliver Francis [Alexander Francis Kelly] Columbia, Missouri, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Oliver Francis - Cruise Control lyrics]
Gettin money when I come through man
Thought I told y'all I don't 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
Thought I told y'all I don't 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