Lyrics To You – Quincy

I just gotta toast to you, you
Nothin’ is a bad mood
Hunnids on your bag, you did it
Gettin’ money is a fad too
I just gotta toast to you, you
Nothin’ is a bad mood
Hunnids on your bag, you did it
Gettin’ money is a fad too
I just gotta toast to you

If you playin’ the game, then you Jordan
On the plane, goin’ somewhere exotic
Nothin’ changed but your chain, where you bought it?
They just get imported
The way she pick and roll, she ballin’
Instead of takin’ shots, she call it
Different type of time when she callin’
And it don’t ring often, yeah, yeah

They wish they was gettin’ your time
Only one that’s got in your mind
Not a lot can handle your kind
Better that I’m readin’ your signs
One look at your cup, no way that you’re done
Rosé keeps you up, now you stuck

I just gotta toast to you, you
Nothin’ is a bad mood
Hunnids on your bag, you did it
Gettin’ money is a fad too
I just gotta toast to you, you
Nothin’ is a bad mood
Hunnids on your bag, you did it
Gettin’ money is a fad too
I just gotta toast to you

If I’m playin’ the game, then I’m Curry
Let’s get straight to the point, girl, you curvy
You keep breakin’ they necks ’cause they deserve it
These niggas hook shots curve ’em (Swerve)
And always on the move like me, yeah
Not one job, girl got three, yeah
You can look, my nigga, but that’s me, yeah
She’s that bitch, can’t put her on a leash, no

They wish they was gettin’ your time
Only one that’s got in your mind
Not a lot can handle your kind
Better that I’m readin’ your signs
One look at your cup, no way that you’re done
Rosé keeps you up, now you stuck

I just gotta toast to you, you
Nothin’ is a bad mood
Hunnids on your bag, you did it
Gettin’ money is a fad too
I just gotta toast to you, you
Nothin’ is a bad mood
Hunnids on your bag, you did it
Gettin’ money is a fad too
I just gotta toast to you