Skilla Baby - Private Island Lyrics

(You weren't even a cool breeze for my man Taz)
Huh

Watch cost me three-fifty, I don't need a diamond
I ain't f*ckin' with no nigga that can't keep it silent
Watch cost me three-fifty, I don't need a diamond
I ain't f*ckin' with no nigga that can't keep it silent
Countin' money in a truck, that's why I need a driver
I think I'm 'bout to fly the PJ to a private island

Stayin' out these niggas way, a lot of niggas dyin'
Put that shit on every day, I ain't even tryin'
Look at my chain flawless, gang these different diamonds
She gave me brain like she understood the assignment, huh (hmm)
I got that money on my mind, they can't see (yeah, they can't see)
Every day I'm on my grind 'cause I need checks ('cause I need checks)
These niggas braggin' 'bout these hoes, that's a weak flex (That's a weak flex)
Same bitches in my DM's that hashtag need that
I don't be tryna make friends to be honest (huh)
I got that top on me every time I'm ridin' (baow)
Even my side bitch (yeah) look like a goddess (yeah)
You want designer (yeah), send me yo' sizes (huh)
Yeah, we be f*ckin' (yeah), but we put time in (huh)
She keep on sayin' she love me, that don't mean nothin' to me
Just put that pussy on me, then don't say nothin' to me
I heard them jackboys want me, then tell 'em run into me
Nigga, I'm young and I'm rich, it don't make no sense (huh)
I knew I was gon' be this as a f*ckin' jit (as a f*ckin' jit)
Look at my f*ckin' wrist (huh), look at my f*ckin' fit (yeah)
Look at my f*ckin' kit (yeah), I bought another Richie (yeah)
We sold a hundred bricks (huh)
Three hundred thousand on me cash, I'm a f*ckin' lick (I'm a f*ckin' lick)
I get whatever I want, prices don't exist (uh-uh)
I'll take my front end and spend it on a bitch (uh-huh)
I'll take the back end, and put it on a hit (yeah)
Five thousand for a plain joggin' fit, it's Rick (yeah)
Two-fifty on my wrist, ain't that 'bout a bitch? (yeah)
Even if I'm trickin', bae, don't treat me like a trick (yeah)
Nigga, I get in my bag and I act like this (huh)
Every time I get mad, I don't f*ckin' miss (uh-uh)
This lil' bitch so bad tryna give me kiss (mwah)
All the real bitches love me, I'm real as it get (huh)
You fine as f*ck, baby, come give me a kiss (mwah)
Every time a nigga leave the house, I got my block (boaw)
My shoes worth a zip, my fit cost a split (yeah)
My watch worth a brick (yeah), look at my neck and wrist (yeah)
Now ain't that 'bout a bitch? (huh, yeah)
They thought I wasn't gon' make it, ain't that 'bout a bitch? (Ain't that 'bout a bitch?)
Niggas thought I wasn't savin', ain't that 'bout a bitch? (Ain't that 'bout a bitch?)
Niggas really out here hatin', ain't that 'bout a bitch? (Ain't that 'bout a bitch?)
I know a couple niggas hate me about a bitch (huh)
Wrist worth two-fifty and it's plain today (it's plain today)
Look like a half a ticket, I ain't wear a chain today (huh)
Every day I'm out here grindin' like a maniac (huh)
I ain't gon' lie, I hope the money take the pain away

Watch cost me three-fifty, I don't need a diamond
I ain't f*ckin' with no nigga that can't keep it silent
Huh, my neck and my wrist hittin', it look like they fightin'
I ain't gon' lie, I see that money and I get excited
Watch cost me three-fifty, I don't need a diamond
I ain't f*ckin' with no nigga that can't keep it silent
Countin' money in a truck, that's why I need a driver
I think I'm 'bout to fly the PJ to a private island