Cuban Link Lyrics

[Intro]
Cuban link, but the setting is prong

[Chorus]
Cuban link, but the setting is prong
Short convos if the money ain't long
I know damn well I'm doin' her wrong
Fill her with lies, and string her along
She'll do whatever for Louis Vuitton
Got out the trap, I'm finally on
Crib in the woods, and it came with a lawn
If she ain't holdin' it, that mean she gone
Cuban link, but the setting is prong
Short convos if the money ain't long
I know damn well I'm doin' her wrong
Fill her with lies, and string her along
She'll do whatever for Louis Vuitton
Got out the trap, I'm finally on
Crib in the woods, and it came with a lawn
If she ain't holdin' it, that mean she gone

[Verse 1]
Yeah, bigger the gets
Bust down the chain, it's couple baguettes
Hopped in my bag, hoppin' in jets
Niggas be hoppin' in too many sets
VVS feel like it's covered in sweat
My dogs crazy, they need a vet
Knew she was sneaky as soon as we met
Niggas be goalies, they all on the net
All of this drip, look like I'm wet
Ain't see a opp at the bank, yet

[Chorus]
Cuban link, but the setting is prong
Short convos if the money ain't long
I know damn well I'm doin' her wrong
Fill her with lies, and string her along She'll do whatever for Louis Vuitton
Got out the trap, I'm finally on
Crib in the woods, and it came with a lawn
If she ain't holdin' it, that mean she gone
Cuban link, but the setting is prong
Short convos if the money ain't long
I know damn well I'm doin' her wrong
Fill her with lies, and string her along
She'll do whatever for Louis Vuitton
Got out the trap, I'm finally on
Crib in the woods, and it came with a lawn
If she ain't holdin' it, that mean she gone

[Verse 2]
Mike Amiri, denim on me, they fit it
Look at the guys, we finally did it
New bitch, no one sayin' they hit it
Post on the Gram like, "Damn, we shitted"
Balmains just dropped, you know I'm in it
I said I love her, just know I was kiddin'
ABG ain't been broke in a minute
Whip out the lot, it gotta be tinted

[Chorus]
Cuban link, but the setting is prong
Short convos if the money ain't long
I know damn well I'm doin' her wrong
Fill her with lies, and string her along
She'll do whatever for Louis Vuitton
Got out the trap, I'm finally on
Crib in the woods, and it came with a lawn
If she ain't holdin' it, that mean she gone (She gone)

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