Lyrics Solid - Ty Dolla $ign, Babyface

Solid

I got my money up
These women all down
As soon as I touch down in they city
Man, they all coming out
They love me in New York
And down South
They know I’m from the Westside
And I stay with the loud
Big kush, long money
Bad girls, real niggas here with me
Everywhere I go, you know I’m solid
A1 with these girls, you know I’m solid
Hunnid with my bros, you know I’m solid
I guess you wouldn’t know nothing 'bout it
Oh, I’m solid
Everywhere I go, your boy solid
I guess you wouldn’t know nothing 'bout it
Big kush, long money
Bad chicks, real niggas here with me
Snitching on your homies, that ain’t solid
Tricking, she ain’t yours, that ain’t solid
She a minor in an Audi
Wouldn’t give that ass a dollar
She said, «Don't you got a million dollars?»
I told her «Stay up out my pocket»
Stay the eff from 'round me
You can miss me with that false shit
You ain’t drop none on this
Big kush, long money
Bad girls, real niggas here with me
Everywhere I go, you know I’m solid
A1 with these girls, you know I’m solid
Hunnid with my bros, you know I’m solid
I guess you wouldn’t know nothing 'bout it
Oh, I’m solid
Everywhere I go, your boy solid
I guess you wouldn’t know nothing 'bout it
Big kush, long money
Bad chicks, real niggas here with me
I got my money up
These women all down
And every time I touch down in they city
Man, they all coming out
Aye, they on the way
Yeah, they on the way
When they pull up, we gon' celebrate
Celebrate, we gon' celebrate
Hey, cause today was a good day
Big kush, long money
Bad chicks, real niggas here with me
Everywhere I go, you know I’m solid
A1 with these girls, you know I’m solid
Hunnid with my bros, you know I’m solid
I guess you wouldn’t know nothing 'bout it
Oh, I’m solid
Everywhere I go, you know I’m solid
I guess you wouldn’t know nothing 'bout it
Hello?
Hello?
(Yeah, what’s the deal, what up?)
Aye, what up, what up, what up?
Shit, nigga, I been calling you like three days, nigga
Three days and shit, you haven’t been picking up the phone, the fuck
(Yeah, man, the homies took off on the police and they got us on lock down,
they ran up in a nigga’s field, slashed his crib, nigga fell off)
Damn, you know I got you, fool
They took your whole shit, though?
(Yeah, they took everything, but nigga be straight
You alright, though?)
Yeah, I’m whatever, man, I’m doing this album shit right now, man
(I miss you, man)
I miss you, too, fool.
What you on, though?
(Man, I’m tryna hop on this album!)