Текст песни «Salud!»

Put it on ice, celebrate that we made it I put it on Christ Lord knows it takes hella patience When your name is a verb and these comments absurd And they swear they know you better than you know yourself ‘Cause you control yourself Cheers to me and you, salud! Baby, look me in my eye Take a cheers to you and I, cheers to you Baby, look me in my eye Make a cheers to you and I, salud! Mazel tov, gold bottle talk Wife got a model walk House all glass, slide the doors you ain’t gotta walk And to top it off, got another one in Montauk Trifecta down in Tribeca, bonjour French crib in the French Quarters Champagne in the glass, toast to the importers Spill some out for the past Put it on ice, celebrate that we made it I put it on Christ Lord knows it takes hella patience When your name is a verb and these comments absurd And they swear they know you better than you know yourself ‘Cause you control yourself Cheers to me and you, salud! Baby, look me in my eye Take a cheers to you and I, cheers to you Baby, look me in my eye Make a cheers to you and I, salud! Hola, thank the most high for the coca Salud! God protect babies and fools, I was both It’s not just a popular trope The wind comes and I’m just a flute The winds come and I’m not a fluke I’m convinced that I’m truly the GOAT Sosa, the Elohim intervene like boy you the truth Don’t die Angels on both sides, toast with mimosas Your president tweeting about Hov like he knows us My road to the top was to take what you owe us I give a fuck what that man find vulgar Just look in my eyes when you toast us Put it on ice, celebrate that we made it I put it on Christ Lord knows it takes hella patience When your name is a verb and these comments absurd And they swear they know you better than you know yourself ‘Cause you control yourself Cheers to me and you, salud! Baby, look me in my eye Take a cheers to you and I, cheers to you Baby, look me in my eye Make a cheers to you and I, salud! Mazel tov, put up your glass Put up your last, put up yo bag Throw up a light, show that we bright, blow money fast This for my kinfolk Let down my window Let them all know This what we ball for, yo Shout out to Rumi and Sir, love Blue