Middle Of The Ocean

Album: Her Loss (2022)
Charted: 15
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  • Yeah
    I'm in the Missoni room at the Byblos
    The boat was rockin' too much on some Aaliyah shit
    For real
    We goin' from the Vava Cinquante-Cinq, then back to the Vava
    If you know, you know, baby, I don't, I don't know what to tell you
    Yeah
    Ayy

    Look
    Long way from Sette Mezzo
    Meet Tommaso and Ernesto
    Short rigatoni with the pesto
    These verses are my manifesto
    Hallways got an echo
    Me and Smigs on the loose in the city, you know how the rest go
    Casual sex, I'm like, "Fuck a dress code"
    The first martini is an espresso
    Chill shot glasses with prosecco
    Niggas so ignorant in our hood, they be like, "Why the fuck you makin' techno?"
    I'm worldwide and this is just another cargo jet flow, I had to let go
    Life insurance policies, you niggas 'bout to need the gecko
    I got some meaner threats, though
    Me, Spider-Man, and Leonardo, I'm back tomorrow
    I had the chopper to a wedding out in Monaco or Monte Carlo
    I'm losin' track of where we all go
    I wouldn't trade my life for none of y'alls, it's an embargo
    Fifty-nine bags on the 767, this is heavy cargo
    Yeah
    Fifty-nine bags on the-, ayy
    Swedish jail cell smellin' like some Carby Musk
    For your birthday, your boyfriend got a party bus
    Bottle signs, club lines, should've come with us
    We left that shit in '09 when we was comin' up
    I mean, these just my suggestions of course
    Em Rata here fresh off divorce
    And I'm tryna look in her eyes, maybe express my remorse
    If she wanna rebound with me, I'm down to go get her some boards
    I'm here for the moral support
    Whippin' the Vespa off of six tequilas
    Big Benjamins like the Pittsburgh Steelers
    Drake, you got it
    Robert Kraft sent the jet for us, that shit was patriotic
    You would think we live in Baltimore, the way they ravin' 'bout the latest product
    Teachin' niggas how to mind they business, and my latest stuff
    Might be the only teacher that gets paid enough
    That's why I'm in Hyde Park buyin' like half of Harrods
    You niggas are too concerned with makin' sure your outfits gon' match in Paris
    If we don't like you, you payin' tax and tariffs
    Come to the 6 and I'm like the actin' sheriff, deputy
    First got to America, niggas wouldn't check for me
    No chance the kid'll make it here like vasectomy
    They underestimated my trajectory
    But now they gotta pay that shit direct to me
    I send the label bills, bills, bills like the other two women standing next to Bey
    That shit was just-
    Independent women is lovin' the new appearance
    Matter of time before I go net a Bey like a Paris
    Like, "Honey, you gotta know that I never wore Mike Amiris or never hopped in a Urus"
    I got my head in the clouds, I'm serious
    The lyrics begin to reveal themselves over time periods
    Promise you'll get that shit when the sky clears
    This shit designed for divine ears
    My favorite two words from you white boys is, "Sign here"
    And then comes the sound of glass clinkin' from a wine, cheers
    Swear I'm pocket checkin' y'all for five years
    And then we 'bout to kick this shit in high gear
    Eight karats like vegetarians, nigga, the earrings are droopy
    Contract Lord of the Rings, think it's a script for the movie
    Shout out TVGUCCI, my cousin is spooky
    I swear you don't even mean what y'all say like y'all dubbin' a movie
    Sidebar, Serena, your husband a groupie
    He claim we don't got a problem but
    No, boo, it is like you comin' for sushi
    We might pop up on 'em at will like Suzuki
    Kawasaki, sushi, saké, the money grow on trees like shiitake
    They tried to get spicy with me, so I wonder how they gon' stop me
    I'm really on a roll like hamachi
    The fuck would y'all really do without me?
    For your birthday, your man got a table at Hibachi
    Last time I ate there, Wayne was doin' numbers off the cup like Yahtzee
    And Paris Hilton was steady duckin' the paparazzi
    Quavo might've sent me a song that he called "Versace"
    I really can't remember it properly
    All I know is that God got me, I'm sittin' on large properties
    Treat me like a newborn, Lucian not droppin' me
    I'm goin' Pink Floyd, you niggas cannot rock with me
    She could be givin' me head and somehow you not toppin' me
    Niggas see the 6ix God pass, they high-fivin' me
    Need to be high-sixin' me
    Swear niggas highkey sick of me
    They wifey on my head 'cause I vibe differently
    Feel like an AMBER Alert the way that I can take her to the mall and she find Tiffany
    I'm like a cup holder the way that these dimes stick to me
    They should've been in the fountain based on what y'all wishin' me

    I'm sayin'
    Yeah
    Million-dollar spot (brr, brr)
    Ask them motherfuckers how CMB play it
    Middle of the ocean (blatt)
    Just like that (shine, shine)
    All dark fresh green water
    Land that thing
    With 'bout a hundred hoes
    We up and we livin' like that, boy
    Fresh, fly, fresh like, you understand me, like, real G shit
    You heard me? A neighborhood superstar
    It's bigger than anything
    You know, start from the bottom, then we come to the top
    Get to the top and we stay up there
    You hear me? (Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball)
    We look down and we'll be down, but we stayin' up
    And we rise up, we stay on 'em, you heard me? (Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball)
    Big Florida water, big water ocean
    On that type of time
    You understand me?
    Rich nigga, rich life, you understand me?
    Come from the bottom, but we come from the bottom (rich life)
    But we understand the bottom 'cause we come from it
    And we live with it (you understand?)
    Go to our grave 'bout this here, boy (yeah, yeah, yeah) Writer/s: Aubrey Drake Graham, Cameron Giles, Darryl Pittman, Joseph Jones, Kenneth Gamble, Laron L. James, Leon Huff, Louis Vincent Leibfried, Nik Dejan Frascona, Noel Cadastre, Ozan Yildirim, Tim Friedrich
    Publisher: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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