CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Hi Billie Eilish...
(Something's in the—)
(Pink)
Yeah
Hi Billie
Pop-pop with the flow
Drop-drop get it low
Yay, yah, finna go
Top five, Billie goat
Clothes with design from Milan, my fit is bold
Bro did his time like a stopwatch, get him home
On lock with the hoe, hot box with the smoke
IRS probably see this little rich kid
Wanna freeze my cheese like a hot pocket in cold
Opening her walls till it’s looking like a hall, Arsenio
Foie gras with a loaf
Chop-chop, bring the bros
White wine, finna toast
Whole day spit, but I'm nighttime with the hoe
Bro don’t strip, but he might slide with the pole, pole, pole
Why your hype diе?
'Cause my light hit the globe
Hidе inside mine, you guys might get a glow
Find the WiFi and find my video
It's “Hip-hop Twitter” gon' have a field day
b*t*h got Fendi on, know she feel great
If she wear True Religion, it’s a deal break
f**k it
Rappers get a little bit of money
Post a California roll and think they really doing something
Me, I got good taste way beyond the money
Put Balenci' in the suitcase, Chrome Heart be on me
Got a homie with a new piece, he Mahatma Gandhi
Cheerleader, it’s the routine if he caught a body-ody-ody
He Megan wit it, I salute him for that
The god is moving, you gotta do hallelujahs for that
My broad is Jewish, shabbot, she give top as soon she back
My pop music will probably plop me new on the map
I drop you in your tracks
My guy shoot when he mad
He in arts and crafts class
He hot glue with the strap
My stock booming, in fact
If you think Imma fall below, you witness mission impossible
Tom Cruise in the cast
I’m not you, you can never be too different
Zoom, zoom with a few cool b*t*hes
All different colors on the table like they balls in a game of pool
I’m the pool cue hitting
Millionaire
Hit me dog, yeah
Fair like Billie blond hair
Get me on air
Token got the voice to bring the b*t*hes all with him all there
Then seduce 'em with a Giveon flair, yeah
I ain’t surprised when they call it corny
It’s corny I gotta do this sh*t for you to group me with these artists that I’m out-performing
How’s your morning?
I woke up in a ten thousand dollar bed with a Persian b*t*h
Looking for the “cringy lyrical” starter kit
But I could only find some rich person sh*t
I got a album coming, sure you’ll get word of it, uh-huh
I swerve a bit and kick the curb
Just like I did with her and sh*t
The whip reverse, my pinky worth
A couple k, I’m kidding b*t*h, it’s just a third of it, uh-huh
Kill the sh*t and skip the verdict b*t*h, the jury must be hung
Hang it up like it’s wet, you in-debt with me
Got a b*t*h in fishnet, the kid went fishing
When I rip the fishnet, the kid met kitty
Got a ring on index, what big bread get me
sh*t, get the Windex, the whip, yep, filthy
I’m slick, I slip checks to b*t*h next to me
Not b*t*h, a princess, the king-bed fit me
And it fit the chick’s friend, the chick’s friend with me
Sift through big checks when interest hit me
In a crib with big rent, and big men with me
I don’t give no chin-check, I’m rich, yeah, silly
Bro hit me direct if it get sticky
That stick, stick, stick
What do my guys say? Click, click, click
What the garage say? Whip, whip, whip
What do all y'all say? sh*t, sh*t, sh*t
Toke coming for the sh*t
sh*t, pop in the b*t*h like it's "Mm, surprise”
Y'all had a run but now mm, it’s mine
f**king up plans and it’s gotta be a sign
Bro talk with his hands, like he tryna be a mime
Toke back in demand and it’s feeling like time
Treat me like the champ in the ring, no friendship
Whip so nice, that I don’t take exit
Brand new rim, re-tire, like pension
NY block, and my real close friend is
Ringo Star with a stick, he legend
When they react to this sh*t when it drops
They don’t gotta do no pretending
I don’t got no f**king co-sign, I don’t need a feature to be stable
They gonna clown me for being different
What the f**k did he name his label?
T
(Pink)
(Pink)
Yeah
Hi Billie
Pop-pop with the flow
Drop-drop get it low
Yay, yah, finna go
Top five, Billie goat
Clothes with design from Milan, my fit is bold
Bro did his time like a stopwatch, get him home
On lock with the hoe, hot box with the smoke
IRS probably see this little rich kid
Wanna freeze my cheese like a hot pocket in cold
Opening her walls till it’s looking like a hall, Arsenio
Foie gras with a loaf
Chop-chop, bring the bros
White wine, finna toast
Whole day spit, but I'm nighttime with the hoe
Bro don’t strip, but he might slide with the pole, pole, pole
Why your hype diе?
'Cause my light hit the globe
Hidе inside mine, you guys might get a glow
Find the WiFi and find my video
It's “Hip-hop Twitter” gon' have a field day
b*t*h got Fendi on, know she feel great
If she wear True Religion, it’s a deal break
f**k it
Rappers get a little bit of money
Post a California roll and think they really doing something
Me, I got good taste way beyond the money
Put Balenci' in the suitcase, Chrome Heart be on me
Got a homie with a new piece, he Mahatma Gandhi
Cheerleader, it’s the routine if he caught a body-ody-ody
He Megan wit it, I salute him for that
The god is moving, you gotta do hallelujahs for that
My broad is Jewish, shabbot, she give top as soon she back
My pop music will probably plop me new on the map
I drop you in your tracks
My guy shoot when he mad
He in arts and crafts class
He hot glue with the strap
My stock booming, in fact
If you think Imma fall below, you witness mission impossible
Tom Cruise in the cast
I’m not you, you can never be too different
Zoom, zoom with a few cool b*t*hes
All different colors on the table like they balls in a game of pool
I’m the pool cue hitting
Millionaire
Hit me dog, yeah
Fair like Billie blond hair
Get me on air
Token got the voice to bring the b*t*hes all with him all there
Then seduce 'em with a Giveon flair, yeah
I ain’t surprised when they call it corny
It’s corny I gotta do this sh*t for you to group me with these artists that I’m out-performing
How’s your morning?
I woke up in a ten thousand dollar bed with a Persian b*t*h
Looking for the “cringy lyrical” starter kit
But I could only find some rich person sh*t
I got a album coming, sure you’ll get word of it, uh-huh
I swerve a bit and kick the curb
Just like I did with her and sh*t
The whip reverse, my pinky worth
A couple k, I’m kidding b*t*h, it’s just a third of it, uh-huh
Kill the sh*t and skip the verdict b*t*h, the jury must be hung
Hang it up like it’s wet, you in-debt with me
Got a b*t*h in fishnet, the kid went fishing
When I rip the fishnet, the kid met kitty
Got a ring on index, what big bread get me
sh*t, get the Windex, the whip, yep, filthy
I’m slick, I slip checks to b*t*h next to me
Not b*t*h, a princess, the king-bed fit me
And it fit the chick’s friend, the chick’s friend with me
Sift through big checks when interest hit me
In a crib with big rent, and big men with me
I don’t give no chin-check, I’m rich, yeah, silly
Bro hit me direct if it get sticky
That stick, stick, stick
What do my guys say? Click, click, click
What the garage say? Whip, whip, whip
What do all y'all say? sh*t, sh*t, sh*t
Toke coming for the sh*t
sh*t, pop in the b*t*h like it's "Mm, surprise”
Y'all had a run but now mm, it’s mine
f**king up plans and it’s gotta be a sign
Bro talk with his hands, like he tryna be a mime
Toke back in demand and it’s feeling like time
Treat me like the champ in the ring, no friendship
Whip so nice, that I don’t take exit
Brand new rim, re-tire, like pension
NY block, and my real close friend is
Ringo Star with a stick, he legend
When they react to this sh*t when it drops
They don’t gotta do no pretending
I don’t got no f**king co-sign, I don’t need a feature to be stable
They gonna clown me for being different
What the f**k did he name his label?
T
(Pink)
