NAV - Relax

Yeah
Whoa
Yeah
Whoa

You got tears droppin' all over my Lambo seat (yeah)
When it come to stickin' around, you can't depend on me
Diamonds stuck inside the Cartier frames on me (yeah)
All I want is brain, you fuckin' with a Xanny zombie (whoa)
Presidential Rollie, yeah and it keep me up to date
Everyday feel like my birthday, blow the candles on the cake
Came up from the streets, we broke the pounds down to zips (yeah)
Keep on throwin' these ones, they keep on bouncin' it on the kid (whoa)
Fuck a money counter, countin' these hunnids with your bitch (bitch)
Wrap it up with ice, you would think I hurt my wrist (ice, ice)
AMG alright, GT63 is here (skrr)
Carbon fibre, I paid twenty racks just for the kid (racks)

Said she wanna see me
Told that girl she gotta relax, yeah (whoa)
Got these rackies, pockets stuffed from front to back, yeah
Lambo purple but my new shit matte black, yeah (skrr, skrr)
Yeah, you fly but girl I ain't fuckin' with no gnats, yeah
That ass is extra fat, I had to double back, yeah (yeah)
Ran off on the plug, he still ain't see a pack, yeah
Every month I spend a lot of time in Saks, yeah (yeah)
She gave up on me one time, she can't get me back, yeah

Bring your commitment, you gon' see me fade away (yeah)
I ain't tryna answer to no bitch stayin' at my place (no)
Got a lot goin' on, I get these racks to keep me sane
When you finally get outside the trap, they say you changed (trap, trap)
I know they can't stand it, got these haters startin' to panic
Diamonds iceberg, I could sink the titanic (ice)
Don't need no Juliard, I love this water on my neck (neck)
Why would I fish for bitches when I know that I'm the catch? (Catch)
Says she don't wanna fuck with me no more, it's all love (it's all love)
I know when the bills start comin' in, I'm the one she call up (brr)
You get money then you get the bitches with the power
I won't buy you roses but I smoke expensive flower

Said she wanna see me
Told that girl she gotta relax, yeah (whoa)
Got these rackies, pockets stuffed from front to back, yeah
Lambo purple but my new shit matte black, yeah (skrr, skrr)
Yeah, you fly but girl I ain't fuckin' with no gnats, yeah
That ass is extra fat, I had to double back, yeah (yeah)
Ran off on the plug, he still ain't see a pack, yeah
Every month I spend a lot of time in Saks, yeah (yeah)
She gave up on me one time, she can't get me back, yeah

Yeah
Whoa
Yeah

Written by:
Navraj Goraya, Jugraj Nagra, Andrew Kenneth Franklin

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