CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Joans Garden
Nah, I got y'all fools this time, hit it
Yo', Cochise, A weh dem a seh?
Yeah, heard that boy, he lied through his teeth (Lied through his teeth huh)
Ain't no way he talkin' 'bout me (Talkin' 'bout me, ah)
Ballin' like I play for the Heat (Play for the Heat, ah)
Ain't no way that boy can compete (Can compete, uh)
He don't got a shot, that boy weak, yeah (That boy weak, uh)
I might hit the gym like Maleek, yeah (Uh)
Who that boy? He talk like a creep (Get it)
Yeah, call me Mr. Winner, I feel like the best (I feel like the best)
You can't tell me nothin' since my daddy left (Since my daddy left)
Ever since a jit I'm playin' Dragon Quest (Playin' Dragon Quest)
Yeah, feature, that's a hundred, I ain't goin' less (Woah)
Huh, Kobe with the right, Ginóbili with the left (Ginóbili with the left)
I'ma count this money 'til my final breath ('Til my final breath)
I thank Jesus Christ because I know I'm blessed, yeah
I'ma count this money 'til my final breath (Get it)
Yeah, ain't no Dunkin' in this cup, don't do coffee
I been stuntin' so damn much so that it's often
I know Cochise run that shit like it's Lost, yeah
I'm on my PC, yeah, I feel like Stephen Hawking
I feel like Liam Neeson when I'm with the Glocky
Talkin' 'bout fiber and servers, I feel like Hawking
That boy, he runnin' on that beat and I'm just joggin'
I'm gettin' money on my feet I'm gettin'— (Get it)
Uh, uh, I'm in the back, uh, uh, give me the cash
Uh, uh, filled to the brim, uh, uh, give me the cash
My money comin' through long in a sack
Get 'em upset 'cause they ain't move bag
Heat that boy up I ain't talkin' bout temp'
I feel like I'm pimpin', I ain't talkin' trash
What's even wrong? I gotta get cash
Forty years old, I'll still hit the dash
I know it's tragic, that boy, he cappin'
Don't know what happened but I know what's happenin'
My homie trappin', he got a knack, yeah (Get it)
That boy he cappin', that boy he flackin'
He not with action, ball like a Maverick
Caught that boy lackin', he was like "Stop this"
I'm bein' honest, I'm not with all this
And then he ran like he Sonic, then my money go up
I just wanna know, do you wanna go? (Come on)
Maybe Mexico, you with me the most
Nobody say nothin', I wanna go (Get it)
Ah, ah, ah, ah, oh
Ah, ah, ah, ah, oh
Ah, ah, ah, ah, oh
Ah, ah, ah, ah, oh
Yo', Cochise, A weh dem a seh?
Yeah, heard that boy, he lied through his teeth (Lied through his teeth huh)
Ain't no way he talkin' 'bout me (Talkin' 'bout me, ah)
Ballin' like I play for the Heat (Play for the Heat, ah)
Ain't no way that boy can compete (Can compete, uh)
He don't got a shot, that boy weak, yeah (That boy weak, uh)
I might hit the gym like Maleek, yeah (Uh)
Who that boy? He talk like a creep (Get it)
Yeah, call me Mr. Winner, I feel like the best (I feel like the best)
You can't tell me nothin' since my daddy left (Since my daddy left)
Ever since a jit I'm playin' Dragon Quest (Playin' Dragon Quest)
Yeah, feature, that's a hundred, I ain't goin' less (Woah)
Huh, Kobe with the right, Ginóbili with the left (Ginóbili with the left)
I'ma count this money 'til my final breath ('Til my final breath)
I thank Jesus Christ because I know I'm blessed, yeah
I'ma count this money 'til my final breath (Get it)
Yeah, ain't no Dunkin' in this cup, don't do coffee
I been stuntin' so damn much so that it's often
I know Cochise run that shit like it's Lost, yeah
I'm on my PC, yeah, I feel like Stephen Hawking
I feel like Liam Neeson when I'm with the Glocky
Talkin' 'bout fiber and servers, I feel like Hawking
That boy, he runnin' on that beat and I'm just joggin'
I'm gettin' money on my feet I'm gettin'— (Get it)
Uh, uh, I'm in the back, uh, uh, give me the cash
Uh, uh, filled to the brim, uh, uh, give me the cash
My money comin' through long in a sack
Get 'em upset 'cause they ain't move bag
Heat that boy up I ain't talkin' bout temp'
I feel like I'm pimpin', I ain't talkin' trash
What's even wrong? I gotta get cash
Forty years old, I'll still hit the dash
I know it's tragic, that boy, he cappin'
Don't know what happened but I know what's happenin'
My homie trappin', he got a knack, yeah (Get it)
That boy he cappin', that boy he flackin'
He not with action, ball like a Maverick
Caught that boy lackin', he was like "Stop this"
I'm bein' honest, I'm not with all this
And then he ran like he Sonic, then my money go up
I just wanna know, do you wanna go? (Come on)
Maybe Mexico, you with me the most
Nobody say nothin', I wanna go (Get it)
Ah, ah, ah, ah, oh
Ah, ah, ah, ah, oh
Ah, ah, ah, ah, oh
Ah, ah, ah, ah, oh
