Mission

[Hook] Been working all damn week Ain't no time to really listen We can have a couple drinks But baby girl I'm on a mission What's your name again? Tanya? Lana, Teyana? I don't even remember Girl I'm cold, Mr. December I work hard and nothing less And then I smoke away my stress I pray that I'm successful Know he listen cause I’m blessed Fake niggas look in mirrors All they see is their regrets I wear all black in any weather Bitch, I'm cold, Mr. December [Verse 1] Who's that looking through my window? No one, haters don't wanna see me shining At my fortress, got the juice in my chalice With the green, I ain't talking chef salad Shout out to Chef Ramsey Running thru my city breaking land speeds Yo girl told me I was plan A Pussy nigga you plan B Getting noticed by who ever With whomever Even in sweatpants I'm Hugh Hefner I'm chilling with yo bitch and yo bitch, she so thick, ooh! Westbrook; take another shot Another round boy you must have forgot I'm in your girl’s iPhone, without a password Bitch I got it on lock [Hook x2]