CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Deacon Tony
(I really like to use cash)
I'ma get 'em in a minute, I'm the man of the hour
I'm easter pink fresh, pourin' champagne showers
I smell like the trap house, on my job went max out
I told her I ain't God, but my clique we bless the streets
I'm always in that kitchen, dawg you know I like to eat
Always keep a K, you could end up on a tee
I'm fresher than a deacon on the day he gotta preach
I'm flexin' with the bags, I'm ballin' so hard can't compete
I work plays with wordplay, she think it's a birthday, I just flex the damn cake
I just woke up, hit some gas, we don't have no damn breaks
I count up the blue face, he so mad, still face
Mister f**k a n***a b*t*h, then I drop her off
I'm in the street heavy, you inside the house off
1-800-GETEMOFF, give my trap a call
My music like coaches in practice, teach you how ball
I'ma get 'em in a minute, I'm the man of the hour
I'm easter pink fresh, pourin' champagne showers
I smell like the trap house, on my job went max out
I told her I ain't God, but my clique we bless the streets
I'm always in that kitchen, dawg you know I like to eat
Always keep a K, you could end up on a tee
I'm fresher than a deacon on the day he gotta preach
I'ma get 'em in a minute, I'm the man of the hour
I'm easter pink fresh, pourin' champagne showers
I smell like the trap house, on my job went max out
I told her I ain't God, but my clique we bless the streets
I'm always in that kitchen, dawg you know I like to eat
Always keep a K, you could end up on a tee
I'm fresher than a deacon on the day he gotta preach
I'm flexin' with the bags, I'm ballin' so hard can't compete
I work plays with wordplay, she think it's a birthday, I just flex the damn cake
I just woke up, hit some gas, we don't have no damn breaks
I count up the blue face, he so mad, still face
Mister f**k a n***a b*t*h, then I drop her off
I'm in the street heavy, you inside the house off
1-800-GETEMOFF, give my trap a call
My music like coaches in practice, teach you how ball
I'ma get 'em in a minute, I'm the man of the hour
I'm easter pink fresh, pourin' champagne showers
I smell like the trap house, on my job went max out
I told her I ain't God, but my clique we bless the streets
I'm always in that kitchen, dawg you know I like to eat
Always keep a K, you could end up on a tee
I'm fresher than a deacon on the day he gotta preach
