Текст песни The Honey Pot - Calvin Valentine

Calvy got the soul on lock
Tell your mom and your pop
Tell them raise the steak
Cause this shit to hot
We move at our own pace
But I'm impatient
She wearing a mask-like Jason
Jim Carrey not scary
The cloth terry
The Smoke varies
Used to type dimes in the blackberry
And mac Sherry
Now I got a queen mary
Xlposion got her looking like zombie
I played the cranberries
The hand carries the bands
I stand
While she demands the first-class flight to Buenos Aries
I'm very confident she got the finer things
Love I want is deeper-then what the diamonds bring

Why you always talk about clothes and money
Why you always say that you want shit from me
Why you always asking for another dime
Why you never asking for my time
I was on my goals
You were on my mind
I was on my goals
I was out my mind
Pops told me god's in my clothes
Pops told me god's in my clothes

Calvy got the flow on point
Tell your brother or sister to roll me a joint
Let's get lifted
Ain't realistic when she speaking on my business
Dismiss the idea that I want her for the riches
The cars a 330 it pulled a 180
It was dumb early she was dumb shady
After one drink she went rum crazy
Probably was a mistake
To floor it dumb hasty
Now jabs exchanged underneath the honeymoon
At the honey pot eating honeydew
Why you always asking what the money do
Why I'm always asking about her money too
By the way, I copped a chain what a dummy move
Shoulda copped an interface now she in my face
Breaking dinner plates
At least it's in her place
She called me Chad Muska
Cause I'm finna skate

Why you always talk about clothes and money
Why you always say that you want shit from me
Why you always asking for another dime
Why you never asking for my time
I was on my goals
You were on my mind
I was on my goals
I was out my mind
Pops told me god's in my clothes
Pops told me god's in my clothes