Treechaself, written by Christian Melendez

Verse 1:
Tax back money just popped through, notice my account type swole/
Thinkin' destinations I could fly to, touch down transition to a boat/
Range or the Rolls?, I have luxurious taste when I'm on my own/
But even more when my shorty is on my arm and I got it like that/
Top shelf for the lady with the cadillac back, ugh!/
Big body how I like'm, with a phat trunk/
Sittin' sideways from the south fat blunt/
I ain't one to stunt, but it's time now/
Older so a Rollie for the Biggie verse copped now/
Feel so good -- with a drink on my left and my hand on a breast, no stress/
Man, I look so good/
Fresh Prince with a fade so clean, make a mug turn mean, nigga

Hook:
Pop that!/
Champagne witcha fam, celebrate a little, go ham/
Cop that!/
New whip ride around like you know you the shit, no shit right?/
Drop, drop that!/
Whole stack on that outfit, if you worked hard, you deserve it/
Stop that!/
Worry cause a couple bills, just chill, go'on a treechaself, for real/

Verse 2:
To the ladies with the skin soft hair long, sports bra in the mornin' when they joggin'/
High heels get to clickin' in the lobby, chef good, pork chops for her lunch with some broccoli/
Take some time off, getcha nails done right, go'on make some plans for the night/
Or the weekend wit a couple friends for a hike/
And some brunch in the valley, order more than just a salad, right?!/
Splurge baby, I noticed you're independent, stackin' bread like/
Au Bon Pan, Sauvignon Blanc is the wine you like/
Ya glass glistens in the light, shine bright like ya hilight, oh my!/
Snapshot on ya SnapChat, why not?/
Skinny dippin', it's only you and the women just chillin' in the hot tub/
With a bottle of the bub and some bud rolled up, sho'nuff shawty

Hook:
Pop that!/
Champagne witcha fam, celebrate a little, go ham/
Cop that!/
New whip ride around like you know you the shit, no shit right?/
Drop, drop that!/
Whole stack on that outfit, if you worked hard, you deserve it/
Stop that!/
Worry cause a couple bills, just chill, go'on a treechaself, for real/

Verse 3:
One time, this a theme for the real ones/
Get loose, get wild, make that ass clap/
This my Kanye flow if there ever was/
Finna get fucked up off'a cognac/
One cup, two cups, get lit now/
Three cups, four cups, gotta sit down/
Take a minute just to gather yaself/
Realize for the night, you're a god, that's right!/
Every day is a blessed one, know we stress funds, but you gotta live a little -- be stress-less/
Buy a name brand product like a wallet or a Prada bag, don't even worry 'bout the tag though/
If you like it, then buy it, if you don't, then you're a liar/
You're depriving what you want, go'on get that/
Hear it callin' on your name, and yet you ignore it/
Damn well knowing you can afford it/
Love yaself, it ain't worth hoardin' wealth, it's for ya health, we need to enjoy ourselves now/
More than ever cuz tomorrow ain't promised/
Take advantage of the moment while the sun's still shinin', RA

Hook:
Pop that!/
Champagne witcha fam, celebrate a little, go ham/
Cop that!/
New whip ride around like you know you the shit, no shit right?/
Drop, drop that!/
Whole stack on that outfit, if you worked hard, you deserve it/
Stop that!/
Worry cause a couple bills, just chill, go'on a treechaself, for real/

Treechaself

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The Lighthouse Lounge Releases on 10.13.23

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Treechaself

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