‎private island - A COLORS SHOW Gunna

[Intro]
(Wheezy outta here)

[Chorus]
I'm just kickin' it with a baddie, smokin' on exotic
Ain't it ironic, look at me now, I used to sell narcotics
Couldn't sell it whole, had to break it down, but now it's all profit
They don't like advice, but I know this life just ain't for everybody
I done heard too many times you can't get rich with no knowledge
Told the shawty if she mine, then promise me you keep it solid
You know bitches talk, but you with a boss, so we keep our business private
He ain't never fucked you on a private island

[Verse 1]
I fly G5, I don't know the sky mileage
I got some slimes out a beehive, I know they dying 'bout it
CIP Troup, I'm holding it down
You on my mind, Charlie
I got on all white Chanel, I feel godly
Every one of my cribs spotless

[Refrain]
Oh, we made a way, oh, made a way
I knew we would see better days
I knew we would see better days
Oh, made a way