Rich Brian - Lagoon Lyrics

I just took a test, it's soundin' like my shit go stupid, lil' bitch
I got like ten percent more left on my to-do list
I rolled by with my old car, it's a coupe, his name is Lucas
Mimosa with my old girl, frag grenade, that pussy boomin'
I took that flight and got a big bag, man, this shit is so taxin'
I set goals then beat it like Jackson
Black on black, my shirt from PacSun
You not fire, your homie just gassin'
Phone, goin' through my IG top request
These hoes trippin' like banana peels
Are rainin' up and down the road, uh
Pussy bald like Joe Rogan, take her phone away
That bitch tryna get photos, drivin' me loco
Tippin' on 44s, back to the bathroom (ayy)
Permanent racks, I'm gettin' my plaques, I'm payin' the tax
Your pocket is lighter so we'll never match
No square in my circle, no time for all that

Uh, ridin' 'round the city with the mothafuckin' bros, yeah
Drivin' 'til the sun is up, that's how it tends to go, yeah
Whippin' Cutlass, causin' ruckus, but I'm on that Visa
Me not fuckin' with you boys, you actin' like a diva

I'm cuttin' that track and I'm rappin' and gettin' that bag
But I'm missin' that terminal 3
I just quit the pack and the stoges
But if he want the smoke, he could get it like Bella Hadid
I don't do that violence but come at me crazy
I'll Michael B. Jordan yo' ass (I promise)
My biggest motivation is my dad and some kid sayin' that shit was trash
I count it, I count it, I count it
Like I cannot sleep and I'm countin' the sheeps on my bed
I miss when the shit I was scared of
Was eatin' the seeds and the tree that would grow on my head
I ain't seen the fam in a couple of months
It's been twenty-two months that shit's almost two years
I promise that when I come back to Jakarta
That y'all gon' be proud of the shit that I built
My neck is a mortgage, she got an iPhone but don't got no storage
550K for the DP, the crib is four mili'
I'm never gon' drive in no Porsche, maybe a Tesla
Ain't got no guns but the wheels automatic
Not 'bout to drop no bands for no Lambos
The shit is too fast just to sit in some traffic (ayy, bitch)
Uh, how the fuck you hate and resent me for doin' and tryin' my best? Uh
I don't remember your birthday but I know my billin' address, uh
Que sera sera, lil' bitch
Maybe this life is not fun as you think
I never look at my phone when it ring

I ride 'round the city with the mothafuckin' bros, yeah
Drivin' 'til the sun is up, that's how it tends to go, yeah
Whippin' Cutlass, causin' ruckus, but I'm on that Visa
Me not fuckin' with you boys, you actin' like a diva

Ridin' 'round the city with the motherfuckin' bros, yeah
Drivin' 'til the sun is up, that's how it tends to go, yeah
Whippin' Cutlass, causin' ruckus, but I'm on that Visa
Me not fuckin' with you boys, you actin' like a diva