CIRCO LOCO 

                                              A song by drake and 21 savage
                                    

LYRICS:

I've been blowin' through the money like it grow on trees

I've been fuckin' on a French bitch, c'est la vie

I just put 'em on a jet, now they all Italian

Way I'm dressin', tell I've been to a thousand islands


This bitch lie 'bout gettin shots but she still a stallion

She don't even get the joke but she still smilin'

Every night, late night like I'm Jimmy Fallon

Crod' shoot from anywhere like he Ray Allen


Crody turn me up

Crody turn me up

Crody turn me up


Got a fur on a temp but got me burning up

Shorty say she graduated, she ain't learn enough

Play the album track one, 'kay I heard enough

Girl, the driver downstairs, better hurry up


Savage got a new stick, he wanna dirt it up

Touchdown in N.Y., turn the Mercer up

Ayy, Bottega shades with the grey tints

Introduce me to a nigga, yeah it make sense

Gotta put her on the team, got a grey Benz

Linking with the opps, bitch I did that shit for J Prince


Bitch I did it for the mob ties

Feel like seventeen, two percs, frog eyes

And I never been the one to go apologize

Me, I'd rather hit 'em up one more time


Ayy, known a girl for six months, dinner up at my place

But I got these diamonds on my neck so it's a blind date

All my niggas on the roads raising up the crime rate

Your name not ringin' out here, its on vibrate


And she took a score now shorty gotta hydrate

And he did some dirt now my crodie gotta migrate

Prolly won't see him for some years, when I do though, turn me up


Crody turn me up

Crody turn me up

Ayy, Crodie, turn me

Ayy, yeah, what? Crodie turn me (what)


21, in a droptop Benz like it's '03

21, had the shooters aim down from the nosebleeds

21, gotta get this passport, keep my nose clean

Bitch tried to burn me up, keep a magnum tucked (yeah)


I'a never slip (never)

SF90 rims red like a poker chip (pussy)

Rich as hell, still hood, in the stroker's ville (pussy)

Pink slip in the glove for the ownership (21)


Limping with the thirty on like a broke hip (21)

Red flag giving blood on some donor shit (on god)

All the opps get a bullet on some Oprah shit

Went from Angel Town estates to a bigger state

Prolly woulda had a zombie on me if I woulda stayed (21)


Still'a caught a case if I woulda stayed (facts)

I been thugging all my life, that's just how I play it (facts)

Still posted in the A' where niggas feel me (facts)

Still gotta see the Gunners win the Premier League (facts)

Still gotta keep a gun that's always near me and I'm down to hit em up


One more time (21), hit my line, you know that head was great

Oh, yeah, alright, don't do romancing

One more time, you gotta run the face

Oh, yeah, alright

One more time


Songwriters: Thomas Bangalter / Aubrey Drake Graham / Anthony Wayne Moore