Cannonball Lyrics by Lithe & Don Toliver
She geeked up off that RV, then I blast off (Yeah)
Pull up to your house, oh, with my mask off (Mask off)
Charlie, D.P.T. and her ass soft
Jump right in that pussy, I’ma cannonball (Ha)
Nobody make a move, bitch, I’m finna pop a move (I’m finna make a—)
Walk right there in the club, bitch, and I still got my tool (Yeah)
Baby fat in Gucci too, and she rock Jimmy Choo
I’m on a 15 Perky, baby, what we finna do?
Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm (Ooh), hmm, hmm
Talkin’, I can never love you, babe, don’t make a fuss
In the hotel lobby damn, I pack it up, huh, yeah
Step, step 765 I’m whipping it
Rollie on my wrist, it’s Presidential
Step free flicker I only want to make, make, make, make
Money feelin’ different from the money
I been rolling dice, I’m in the club
1942 she’s drinking [?]
Back in my G-Wagon, tryna—
Hmm, hmm (Yeah), hmm, hmm (Oh), hmm, hmm (Yeah), hmm (Ooh)