Glassy - Storms (feat. Wowie) Lyrics

I cannot waste no time no more
I got some money to make, ooh
You cannot waste my time no more
They know my name at the bank, ooh
I'm rocking Storms
Why these boys rockin' the same thing, ooh
I hit record
Make a hit and then I change lanes
I don't got no time to write no essay I'm writing these hits
Yeah, shawty she a dime
But she still don't make no sense, no
She tell her friends she mine
I don't got no ownership
Talk about me and you lyin'
But I'm just gon' benefit

(Woo)
I'ma pass her off, work on the run game
I know you wanna be like me, maybe someday
She call me sweet like a sundae
She wanna link then it sound like a fun day
I won't leave my house on a Sunday
Recording all day so I won't see a sun ray
When I come out everybody wanna see me
I feel like a teacher about to get dunk tanked
I'ma be on TV
I tell her but she don't believe me
Ain't nobody beneath me
But no one rocking these jeans
You think you freezing
Just cause you drinking Fiji
Keep my head down
Try to make it hard for you to see me

I cannot waste no time no more
I got some money to make, ooh
You cannot waste my time no more
They know my name at the bank, ooh
I'm rocking Storms
Why these boys rockin' the same thing, ooh
I hit record
Make a hit and then I change lanes
I don't got no time to write no essay I'm writing these hits
Yeah, shawty she a dime
But she still don't make no sense, no
She tell her friends she mine
I don't got no ownership
Talk about me and you lyin'
But I'm just gon' benefit

(Hmm, hmm)
I don't close my eyes no more
I got some money to make, ooh
I don't even drive no more
I run it up to the bank, ooh
I'm rockin' Goût
Why these boys they rock the same thing, ooh
She get the boot
If she call me by my first name
Drip like I skinny dip, hit her on Monday
That was fast, I met her on Sunday
Driving real fast on a one-way
Almost crashed it was too sunny
I ate that girl like a buffet
For dessert, lick her like a sundae
I'ma put her on a runway
Private jet, meet me on the runway
They can't see me
Somehow they still believe me
Wowie three G's
They could never be me
Songs on repeat
I make it look easy
Drip like Fiji
Bitch, it's GE

I'ma pass her off, work on the run game
I know you wanna be like me, maybe someday
She call me sweet like a sundae
She wanna link then it sound like a fun day
I won't leave my house on a Sunday
Recording all day so I won't see a sun ray
When I come out everybody wanna see me
I feel like a teacher about to get dunk tanked