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 ***, I’ma cannonball (Ha)
Nobody make a move, ***, I’m finna pop a move (I’m finna make a—)
Walk right there in the club, ***, 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)