CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Bum
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Check the f*ckin' numbers, buddy, I been gettin' money
Old hoes buggin' on my celly, they want somethin' from me
Only thing they gettin' is a picture of my new bitch
Mof*ckas buggy, y'all can suck me on my damn dick
I'm not rich but I could buy a bitch some new tits
I don't got a room but all these rings up on my damn fist
I feel like Rick James, minus all the cocaine
That was me in 2017 but those my old ways
I ditched the acid and the shrooms cause I got shit to do
Critics on my dick so now I got a lot of shit to prove
Dropped a couple hits and got the people goin' crazy
Buncha groupies on my Twitter askin' me to have their baby
f*ck Kanye, nah, he ain't relevant
Just another rich man suckin' on the President
Rap needs a new mof*cka that can represent
Poverty and all the rest, and I can do that shit the best
Me and my momma used to live inside the shelter
And I cried like every night because my momma needed better
All the pain I felt inside, I talk
On top of that, my pops was sellin' dope
Easy access to that shit, I started druggin' just to cope
p*ssy mothaf*cka, I am Hip-Hop
I ain't gonna stop until you see me at the damn top
And if I ever flop, this gon' be the hardest shit I ever drop
Prolly not, 'cause a mof*cka hot
Check the f*ckin' numbers, buddy, I been gettin' money
Old hoes buggin' on my celly, they want somethin' from me
Only thing they gettin' is a picture of my new bitch
Mof*ckas buggy, y'all can suck me on my damn dick
I'm not rich but I could buy a bitch some new tits
I don't got a room but all these rings up on my damn fist
I feel like Rick James, minus all the cocaine
That was me in 2017 but those my old ways
I ditched the acid and the shrooms cause I got shit to do
Critics on my dick so now I got a lot of shit to prove
Dropped a couple hits and got the people goin' crazy
Buncha groupies on my Twitter askin' me to have their baby
f*ck Kanye, nah, he ain't relevant
Just another rich man suckin' on the President
Rap needs a new mof*cka that can represent
Poverty and all the rest, and I can do that shit the best
Me and my momma used to live inside the shelter
And I cried like every night because my momma needed better
All the pain I felt inside, I talk
On top of that, my pops was sellin' dope
Easy access to that shit, I started druggin' just to cope
p*ssy mothaf*cka, I am Hip-Hop
I ain't gonna stop until you see me at the damn top
And if I ever flop, this gon' be the hardest shit I ever drop
Prolly not, 'cause a mof*cka hot
