CORRIGER LES PAROLES

Paroles : Deadguy

I love this sh*t, Nino
Yeah, f**k goin' on, n***a
VLAD life, lil' b*t*h
Ha-ha

On the way to the money (Ha-ha)
On the way to the money (Yeah-yeah)
On the way to the money (Yeah-yeah)
On the way to the money (On the way to the money)
On the way to the money (Yeah-yeah)
On the way to the money (Yeah-yeah)
On the way to the money
On the way to the money, yeah

Drive-bys, homicides
Drive-bys, homicidеs
Drive-bys, homicides
Yeah, on thе way to the money
Drive-bys, homicides
Drive-bys, homicides (Brr)
Drive-bys, homicides
On the way to the money
On the way to that motherf**king money (Yeah)
Pull that gun out, yeah, we dumpin'
S-I-P, b*t*h I'm two cuppin'
And I'm too VLAD, I'm too uppin'
Two Glocks on me n***a, saw them true colors
Two bad b*t*hes and them b*t*hes be f**kin'
Clapping on you with my slime, with my buzzin'
N***as ain't blood man, these n***as ain't nothing
Trappin-trappin, in the trap it be jumping
In the Urus and I'm doing a hunnid
I bust 'em down just cause she be bust (Bust)
And these b*t*hes, they be sipping for nothing
Hah
Runaway to the money (Yeah)
Homicides, you gon' hear us coming (Yeah)
Racks on us, you can hear us thumbing (Yeah)
Phew, big DAMI countin' hunnids
S-I-P, we always sipping something (Sip)
I f**k with that b*t*h, she rock Undercover (Yeah)
F**k twelve, tryna take drugs from us (Bih, yeah)
(Yeah)
(Yeah, uh-huh)
(Yeah)
Homicides, drive-bys (Huh, yeah)
Drive-bys
I'm just picking money up, why you wanna be a dead guy?
Dead guy, dead guy