August

[Intro]
Okay, let's start

[Verse 1: George Vonn]
How it's cold outside in August, still get lost in all this
Think I'm finally going to prove it, getting used to late night calling
Staying up, I'm steady stalling, smoking cigs, and plotting
On the way to get the top, but that's a lot unless you all in
I got one more drink before I'm nauseous
Maybe it'd be smart to play a part and take it cautious
Maybe I could start, but still, a car's length from my consciences
Baby steps, it's dark, and this whole park is filled with dog shit
So I tread lightly, offer is too enticing, yet I'm writing
A move tonight, I swear, I'm fighting urge to slide in
Face no good, I should be hiding, slight enlighten
Still dumb enough to up the vices, dumb enough to up the vice grip

[Verse 2: Stacy Minajj]
Finna hit the scene with these racks in my Truey jean
Shawty off a bean, and she saying that she love me
Want to be my queen, Hell nah, can't cuff me
And I'm looking clean, while her man's looking dusty
Balling on a budget, hell nah, can't be me
Walk inside the mall, me and Von on a shopping spree
I got all the racks, so sick, so gnarly
Serving all the fiends, hit me up, six for seventy
I got all the swag, surf's up, cowabunga
Cold out in august, yeah, it feel like a tundra
Main bitch bad, but she worse under covers
Niggas want my swag, hit me up for a feature
Running up these racks, yeah, I do that on the daily
I'm with Yahnii, catching plays in Mercedes
Scoring with the pack, yeah, I feel like Tom Brady
Niggas hate me, 'cause they bitch want to date me
Young Stacy, choosing up, bitch, no way

[Outro: Stacy Minajj]
Want to be my queen, Hell nah, can't cuff me
And I'm looking clean, while her man's looking dusty
Balling on a budget, hell nah, can't be me
Walk inside the mall, me and Von on a shopping spree
I got all the racks, so sick, so gnarly
Serving all the fiends, hit me up, six for seventy
I got all the swag, surf's up, cowabunga
Cold out in august, yeah, it feel like a tundra
Main bitch bad, but she worse under covers
Niggas want my swag, hit me up for a feature
Running up these racks, yeah, I do that on the daily
I'm with Yahnii, catching plays in Mercedes
Scoring with the pack, yeah, I feel like Tom Brady
Niggas hate me, 'cause they bitch want to date me
Young Stacy, choosing up, bitch, no way