"To You" lyrics

I just gotta toast to you, you
Nothing is a bad mood
Hundreds on your bag, you did it
Getting money is a fact too
I just gotta toast to you, you
Nothing is a bad mood
Hundreds on your bag, you did it
Getting money is a fact too
I just gotta toast to you

If you playing the game, then you Jordan
On the plane, going somewhere exotic
Nothing changed but your chain, where you bought it?
They just get imported
Way she pick and roll, she balling
Instead of taking shots, she call it
Different type of time when she calling
And it don't ring often

They wish they would get in your time
Only one that got in your mind
Know that I can handle your kind
Better that I'm reading your sign
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
Nothing is a bad mood
Hundreds on your bag, you did it
Getting money is a fact too
I just gotta toast to you, you
Nothing is a bad mood
Hundreds on your bag, you did it
Getting money is a fact too
I just gotta toast to you

If I'm playing the game, then I'm Curry
Let's get straight to the point, girl, you curvy
You keep breaking they necks 'cause they deserve it
These niggas hooked, just 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 would get in your time
Only one that got in your mind
Know that I can handle your kind
Better that I'm reading your sign
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
Nothing is a bad mood
Hundreds on your bag, you did it
Getting money is a fact too
I just gotta toast to you, you
Nothing is a bad mood
Hundreds on your bag, you did it
Getting money is a fact too
I just gotta toast to you