CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : LEFT WRIST, RIGHT WRIST
Hood
Pull up and go get the money, I'm maddened
Carats on me bouncin' out like a rabbit, uh
Hunnid on my left wrist, hunnit on my right wrist
Ride with the strap and I ain't got no license
1400, Christian Louboutin
Too much money, don't know what to do with it
Point guard pass it, my n***a, he shootin' it
Tear down to Houston I'm sippin' this screw in it
Pull up and go get the money, I'm maddened
Carats on me bouncin' out like a rabbit, uh
Hunnid on my left wrist, hunnit on my right wrist
Ride with the strap and I ain't got no license
1400, Christian Louboutin
Too much money, don't know what to do with it
Point guard pass it, my n***a, he shootin' it
Tear down to Houston I'm sippin' this screw in it
I got a play, but my mans on it
like a cam corder
damn oder
Had a couple bricks jammed in the Land Rover
I can't stand sober
I invest in you, I put some bands on ya'
Throw these racks away like it was mad money (Cash)
But these hoes askin' for mad money
Okay, kick it and drop [?]
Automatic or a stick shift, walkin' with a stick and I'm bringin' a pound
Tell another n***a that you want a wedding ring
Don't second guess me, you gon' lick it and slide
Count up twenty-thousand while I pour a two liter, rubber woody takin' calls think I got four hands
Twenty on the wrist, twenty in the mouth, thousand dollars on my opps so they don't got four bands
Pull up and go get the money, I'm maddened
Carats on me bouncin' out like a rabbit, uh
Hunnid on my left wrist, hunnit on my right wrist
Ride with the strap and I ain't got no license
1400, Christian Louboutin
Too much money, don't know what to do with it
Point guard pass it, my n***a, he shootin' it
Tear down to Houston I'm sippin' this screw in it
Pull up and go get the money, I'm maddened
Carats on me bouncin' out like a rabbit, uh
Hunnid on my left wrist, hunnit on my right wrist
Ride with the strap and I ain't got no license
1400, Christian Louboutin
Too much money, don't know what to do with it
Point guard pass it, my n***a, he shootin' it
Tear down to Houston I'm sippin' this screw in it
I got a play, but my mans on it
like a cam corder
damn oder
Had a couple bricks jammed in the Land Rover
I can't stand sober
I invest in you, I put some bands on ya'
Throw these racks away like it was mad money (Cash)
But these hoes askin' for mad money
Okay, kick it and drop [?]
Automatic or a stick shift, walkin' with a stick and I'm bringin' a pound
Tell another n***a that you want a wedding ring
Don't second guess me, you gon' lick it and slide
Count up twenty-thousand while I pour a two liter, rubber woody takin' calls think I got four hands
Twenty on the wrist, twenty in the mouth, thousand dollars on my opps so they don't got four bands
