Precious Cargo Testo

With my shawty
That's right
They wanna stop me, I can't stop, no
1Mind
Yeah, yeah

Riding in that black on black with precious cargo, yeah
Uh-oh, who's that in the back of the Tahoe?
Young triple OG, can't do it like me, I feel like Pablo, yeah
I been doing my thing, no reason to stop for, no I'm recording right now while I'm out in Cabo
You see this house I'm in, this house I'm in like a Chateau
I been on a private beach getting fucked up with my shawty
Stayed down from the jump, always showed love, look where it got me

You don't need to be so dramatic
You want it, you know you can have it, yeah
This shit feels so close, I could grab it, yeah
I'm falling back into my habits
The animal in me is rabid, yeah
Baby gon' make me go savage, look (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
I really go where I say I go
I really do what I say I did
All of them things that they talking 'bout, swear that I don't really give a shit
Everyone worried 'bout this and then worried 'bout that, man, I just want the dividends
They acting funny, I just need the money
Man, I swear to God, I'm a businessman (Oh)
[Bridge]
The currents got me, I'm drifting away
The past still haunts me, but what can I say?
Riding in that black on black with precious cargo, yeah
Uh-oh, who's that in the back of the Tahoe?
Young triple OG, can't do it like me, I feel like Pablo, yeah
I been doing my thing, no reason to stop for, no
I'm recording right now while I'm out in Cabo
You see this house I'm in, this house I'm in like a Chateau
I been on a private beach getting fucked up with my shawty
Stayed down from the jump, always showed love, look where it got me

The currents got me, I'm drifting away
The past still haunts me, but what can I say?

Yeah, yeah
I'ma still talk my shit
Who you know talk like this?
If you gon' talk 'bout me, might pull up right on you, might keep shit lit
Yeah, yeah
You know I gotta do shit big
Yeah, yeah
Bounce in that beat and I jig, yeah
Thirty-five hundred dollar jeans, I ain't gon' throw no fit
Momma ain't raise no bitch, oh no, matter fact, momma ain't raise shit
Only thing she taught me was how the hell I should not be
Growing up, shit was fucked up, still don't know how I lucked up, yeah

Riding in that black on black with precious cargo, yeah
Uh-oh, who's that in the back of the Tahoe?
Young triple OG, can't do it like me, I feel like Pablo, yeah
I been doing my thing, no reason to stop for

The currents got me, I'm drifting away (Look where it got me)
The past still haunts me, but what can I say?