Lyrics 4 Non Blondes - Nat Anglin

Feet dangle off the yacht edge
My stocks higher than a pothead
Don't smoke, not sure what they blowing on
Four non blondes and me, what you think is going on?
Yeah

I need a caddy for my baddies
Uber XL to bring her friends from the Valley
They just wanna party hard, bottoms up like Mardi Gras
Accent came back, dropping R's like it's Harvard Yard

Yeah, fresh lamb in the Pita
Pinot noir, drinking wine by the liter, yeah
If you a Karen, see ya
Brunette broad, bagged her out in Barranquilla
Money off the meter, we just stack it

Quarter four numbers, accountant doing some backflips
High-end spot, I'm going dummy like a half whit
Not bad for some lapsed Irish Catholics
That Mick's me, turn ya queen into a pick me
Pick three, stack 'em up, after all, I'm 6'3"
I need that 3-6, the goals I be with?
Yeah

I want awards in both industries
Oh, they mad at me?
Just wait 'til I cop the Grammy
And that same year, I thank the Academy
La La land, I'm shining in the moonlight
Make no mistake, everybody in the room fight
Got everybody in my fam right
You know you dealing with the man, right?

Feet dangle off the yacht edge
My stocks higher than a pothead
Don't smoke, not sure what they blowing on
Four non blondes and me, what you think is going on?

I need a caddy for my baddies
Uber XL to bring her friends from the Valley
They just wanna party hard, bottoms up like Mardi Gras
Accent came back, dropping R's like it's Harvard Yard

Yeah, she love everything Thanny say
Wanna keep the baby, then she better look like DaniLeigh
Leave the Mall, looking like I left in Santa's Sleigh
Hit the road, same night, room key at the Mandalay

I pull a bad bitch like I'm mad rich
Blue collar mentality, I get the bag quick
Look, better fall back, bitch, I'm all that
No cap in all caps, B on my fitted, game is all Nat's

Yeah, 'cause my son is my treasure
The hustle unmatched, loyalty's hard to measure
If I wife the chick, it was business and pleasure
Off the coast Wi-Fi, adding 0's to my ledger

She topless, spotless, no way you can knock this
Never sell my soul, I'd rather make out with a drop six
If you shoot, don't miss, natural's tired
I'll let my guys empty chambers, like the Capitol riot, go!