CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Brad Pitt
I got drip (Drip, drip), something like chips (Chips, yeah, chips)
F**k her then dip, she like big d**k (Yeah, yeah, gang)
I got cash (Cash), I like getting rich (Rich)
She got lots of a** (A**), I got hoes, Brad Pitt (B*t*h), yeah
Brad Pitt, yeah (Woo), Brad Pitt, yeah (Woo)
Brad Pitt, yeah (Woo), Brad Pitt, yeah (Woo)
Diamonds dancing in my chain, diamonds dancing on my wrist (Chain, chain, ha)
Diamonds dancing on my rings (Rings), diamonds dancing on my b*t*h (Yeah)
Diamonds dancing on my gang (Gang), diamonds dancing in this b*t*h (B*t*h, ha, ha)
Please don't panic in this b*t*h (B*t*h)
Foenem got cannons in this b*t*h (Yeah)
Don't make me blam it in this b*t*h (Yeah)
Oh man, God damn it in this b*t*h
Afghanistan up in this b*t*h
Go to war, Iran up in this b*t*h
Go to war, I ran up in his sh*t
Go to war, I ran up, made a hit (Gang, woo)
Yeah, you know how we comin'
1400, TSF, b*t*h
Gang, shoutout Peso
Gang, shoutout Peso
Gang (Woo, gang)
I got drip (Drip, drip), something like chips (Chips, yeah, chips)
F**k her then dip, she like big d**k (Yeah, yeah, gang)
I got cash (Cash), I like getting rich (Rich)
She got lots of a** (A**), I got hoes, Brad Pitt (B*t*h), yeah
Brad Pitt, yeah (Woo), Brad Pitt, yeah (Woo)
Brad Pitt, yeah (Woo), Brad Pitt, yeah (Woo)
I'm strapped with a K, I got racks in my safe (Bop-bop)
N***as love to hate but got nowhere to stay
N***a play with the gang, we gon' kick in his door
I'm in Dolce Gabbana walkin' up in court
Got rich in the kitchen
On the block with a Glock and that b*t*h is extended
Bop-bop if a n***a start trippin'
I'm in Neiman Marcus, I was strapped up in Givenchy linen (Pes', Pes', Pes')
I just left Bank of America then I went to Chase (Pes', Pes', Pes')
I'ma wack a n***a in style, I'ma do a drive-by in the Wraith (Pes', Pes', Pes')
I'ma make the b*t*h walk a mile (Go), if she don't let me f**k or give me face
N***as on the internet talkin' too tough
Backseat, yeah, when we shot his dudes up
With the gang members like I'm 102 up
Two fingers and a thumb threwed up (102)
I got drip (Drip, drip), something like chips (Chips, yeah, chips)
F**k her then dip, she like big d**k (Yeah, yeah, gang)
I got cash (Cash), I like getting rich (Rich)
She got lots of a** (A**), I got hoes, Brad Pitt (B*t*h), yeah
Brad Pitt, yeah (Woo), Brad Pitt, yeah (Woo)
Brad Pitt, yeah (Woo), Brad Pitt, yeah (Woo)
F**k her then dip, she like big d**k (Yeah, yeah, gang)
I got cash (Cash), I like getting rich (Rich)
She got lots of a** (A**), I got hoes, Brad Pitt (B*t*h), yeah
Brad Pitt, yeah (Woo), Brad Pitt, yeah (Woo)
Brad Pitt, yeah (Woo), Brad Pitt, yeah (Woo)
Diamonds dancing in my chain, diamonds dancing on my wrist (Chain, chain, ha)
Diamonds dancing on my rings (Rings), diamonds dancing on my b*t*h (Yeah)
Diamonds dancing on my gang (Gang), diamonds dancing in this b*t*h (B*t*h, ha, ha)
Please don't panic in this b*t*h (B*t*h)
Foenem got cannons in this b*t*h (Yeah)
Don't make me blam it in this b*t*h (Yeah)
Oh man, God damn it in this b*t*h
Afghanistan up in this b*t*h
Go to war, Iran up in this b*t*h
Go to war, I ran up in his sh*t
Go to war, I ran up, made a hit (Gang, woo)
Yeah, you know how we comin'
1400, TSF, b*t*h
Gang, shoutout Peso
Gang, shoutout Peso
Gang (Woo, gang)
I got drip (Drip, drip), something like chips (Chips, yeah, chips)
F**k her then dip, she like big d**k (Yeah, yeah, gang)
I got cash (Cash), I like getting rich (Rich)
She got lots of a** (A**), I got hoes, Brad Pitt (B*t*h), yeah
Brad Pitt, yeah (Woo), Brad Pitt, yeah (Woo)
Brad Pitt, yeah (Woo), Brad Pitt, yeah (Woo)
I'm strapped with a K, I got racks in my safe (Bop-bop)
N***as love to hate but got nowhere to stay
N***a play with the gang, we gon' kick in his door
I'm in Dolce Gabbana walkin' up in court
Got rich in the kitchen
On the block with a Glock and that b*t*h is extended
Bop-bop if a n***a start trippin'
I'm in Neiman Marcus, I was strapped up in Givenchy linen (Pes', Pes', Pes')
I just left Bank of America then I went to Chase (Pes', Pes', Pes')
I'ma wack a n***a in style, I'ma do a drive-by in the Wraith (Pes', Pes', Pes')
I'ma make the b*t*h walk a mile (Go), if she don't let me f**k or give me face
N***as on the internet talkin' too tough
Backseat, yeah, when we shot his dudes up
With the gang members like I'm 102 up
Two fingers and a thumb threwed up (102)
I got drip (Drip, drip), something like chips (Chips, yeah, chips)
F**k her then dip, she like big d**k (Yeah, yeah, gang)
I got cash (Cash), I like getting rich (Rich)
She got lots of a** (A**), I got hoes, Brad Pitt (B*t*h), yeah
Brad Pitt, yeah (Woo), Brad Pitt, yeah (Woo)
Brad Pitt, yeah (Woo), Brad Pitt, yeah (Woo)
