Lyrics Private - That's Matt 301

Maserati got Poseidon's trident I Be smoking while I'm driving
I be on my own wave now I need a private island
Bitch I'm on my own plane now I need a private pilot
Say she want to see my private but gone keep everything quiet
Maserati got Poseidon's trident I Be smoking while I'm driving
I be on my own wave now I need a private island
Bitch I'm on my own plane now I need a private pilot
Say she want to see my private but gone keep everything quiet

I be sliding while I'm driving smoother than a Manta Ray
I can't smoke this Eighty dollar eighth if it aint in no Wraith
Everything All Black, like Juneteenth Day Parade
And if the police raid, we can all play charades
Still getting paid, even through aiding and abedding
Still keep that 12 gauge wrapped up in my bedding linen
Sipping codeine, 'cause I'm just trying to mask my feelings
Tested all my bitches and they really wit it, Real Authentic
She gone keep it Business, while I'm just trying to keep it casual
Please don't suck me while I'm driving, Fuck around and crash this hoe
Window tint 34, temperature Nine duece
Flying round in a coupe the same color bird poop
Oops, I just shitted on em
I just did it on em
And for the way they did me lucky I aint spitting on em
All my fits is formal, We live like this 'cause its normal
That check just hit its enormous
Remember I couldn't afford this

Maserati got Poseidon's trident I Be smoking while I'm driving
I be on my own wave now I need a private island
Bitch I'm on my own plane now I need a private pilot
Say she want to see my private but gone keep everything quiet
Maserati got Poseidon's trident I Be smoking while I'm driving
I be on my own wave now I need a private island
Bitch I'm on my own plane now I need a private pilot
Say she want to see my private but gone keep everything quiet

When I pull up on the curb, phone on please DO NOT DISTURB
Rather not be seen or heard then just creep off with the herd
In the city or the Burbs, just give me the word
Ounces of the herb, Ounces of the Syrup
Yeah nigga, Yurrt
Flirting with the devil, means you got to keep your metal
Fuck around and get a medal if a nigga want to meddle
Never uh, settling for less
Settlement out the West
Got me feeling like an outlaw I went and bought a vest
I put jewelry round my neck just to cover up my jugular
Never in my life have I been a drug smuggler
Always been a juggler,Side work hustler
Everything cash and carry don't remember customers
Diamonds they gone Fluster her
Smoke a cone and custard her
After that I leave her taking naps my dick gone comfort her
Weed fluffy like a comforter since they sleeping on me
Ride bumper to bumper, in case these niggas creeping on me