CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Gotta Blast
Free that boy Tay-K
Gang with me, we ain't talkin' cash, it's irrelevant
If yo' bitch roll me, let her wear my chain for the hell of it
Sticks with me, he could f*ck yo hoe if she celibate
Fetty, we get Fetti it don't matter how you spellin' it
Yeah, pull up to a spot like what is up, nigga
I got shootas' with me in the cut, nigga
He be dead before I hit the blunt, nigga
On the hood, this ain't what he want, nigga
Keep a 50 with me in the trunk, nigga
Put the family on the Cabot funk, nigga
Wouldn't give a f*ck if a slug hit ya
All this money I just get a rush nigga
When the money came I fell in love wit her
You know I fell in love wit her
Ay
I know these niggas feel some type of way
But all they do is hop up on the internet and type away
I ain't the type to play, my hittas bring it right away
You hear them tires scrape, them fireworks gon' light away
If Zoovie send a hit
Then the goonies bend the shit
If we in the buildin' its gon' be a movie in this bitch
Don't pay attention to these niggas 'cause they all lame
How I'm livin' next to Fabolous, I call it Paul Cain
This from the muscle, had to hustle like a ball game
All I do is ball mane, so all I do is Balmain
Designer shit, this shorty think I'm kida lit
I said you ain't my kinda chickt, but thank you for the compliment
Mind on my money I've been hungry tryna' find a lick
I could supply your strip, like what you need? I got it in
A bunch of small timers talkin' like they push a lot
I smoke on hella sour, I don't do the kush a lot
Wap set it off, they waitin' for the hood to pop
My pocket full of guap, they call me mister juug a lot
Gang with me, we ain't talkin' cash, it's irrelevant
If yo' bitch roll me, let her wear my chain for the hell of it
Sticks with me, he could f*ck yo hoe if she celibate
Fetty, we get Fetti it don't matter how you spellin' it
Yeah, pull up to a spot like what is up, nigga
I got shootas' with me in the cut, nigga
He be dead before I hit the blunt, nigga
On the hood, this ain't what he want, nigga
Keep a 50 with me in the trunk, nigga
Put the family on the Cabot funk, nigga
Wouldn't give a f*ck if a slug hit ya
All this money I just get a rush nigga
When the money came I fell in love wit her
You know I fell in love wit her
Ay
I know these niggas feel some type of way
But all they do is hop up on the internet and type away
I ain't the type to play, my hittas bring it right away
You hear them tires scrape, them fireworks gon' light away
If Zoovie send a hit
Then the goonies bend the shit
If we in the buildin' its gon' be a movie in this bitch
Don't pay attention to these niggas 'cause they all lame
How I'm livin' next to Fabolous, I call it Paul Cain
This from the muscle, had to hustle like a ball game
All I do is ball mane, so all I do is Balmain
Designer shit, this shorty think I'm kida lit
I said you ain't my kinda chickt, but thank you for the compliment
Mind on my money I've been hungry tryna' find a lick
I could supply your strip, like what you need? I got it in
A bunch of small timers talkin' like they push a lot
I smoke on hella sour, I don't do the kush a lot
Wap set it off, they waitin' for the hood to pop
My pocket full of guap, they call me mister juug a lot
