Feel the Breeze Video (MV)

Aye yeah
Woah, woah, woah
Aye yeah
Yeah
Let me talk my talk
Let me talk my talk, man
Aye aye
Say what I gotta say
Aye look
Coming out of the dream, I'm so fresh
Letting go of all of the things I won't stress
Cut some people out of the screen, we don't mesh
Now I'm filling up the story with things I want next, uh
Really know who I am, so don't test
You can hit my line with a call but don't text me
Dropped out of school and I'm cool, that's no flex
But I'm chilling with a vibe at a pool, she's so yes, uhh
I got a vision and I trust myself, yeah
F*ck their opinion, I can judge my myself
They think I'm arrogant but really I just love myself
I can stand in front the mirror and just hug myself, yeah
But let's get back to the money
We need all the cash with no interruptions
If they ain't talking numbers then ain't no discussion
If they get outta line then Jus' gon adjust 'em
Ay woah
Top down through the streets you can feel the breeze
Riding round through the streets, let 'em feel the heat
They know where it goes down
All my people we high, yeah, and we ball, yeah
And we fly, yeah, and they don't
All my people we high, yeah, and we ball, yeah
Catch us running up the millions while we stack it to the ceiling, aye
Rather live me a life with no drama
Boats and more commas, toasts and more honor
Girls that play it cool ain't causing no problems
If it might mess with the peace I won't bother, uh
Tell her meet at the spot with no garments
I like to finish all of the things that I've started
I can see the view from the top, it's so awesome
Really live the life of a star, I won't tarnish
Stones for good karma, times are gon' change
In my own lane and cruise at my own pace
No need to wear a mask, I'm cool with my own face
Had to make my own world cause I needed some more space, but
Wait, who that? Lemme see
Damn you fine as hell, you know I wan' touch it
Come here and spend some time, I know you gon' love it
Baby I'm going deep, you know I won't rush it
Rush, rush, rush
Yeah
Top down through the streets you can feel the breeze
Riding round through the streets, let 'em feel the heat
They know where it goes down
All my people we high, yeah, and we ball, yeah
And we fly, yeah, and they don't
All my people we high, yeah, and we ball, yeah
Catch us running up the millions while we stack it to the ceiling, aye
Yeah