h4lftime & christracy fashionmoney şarkı sözleri

New money, new deposits Money keep stacking up, designer fly shit Money keep stacking up, make it freeze at the club, put my wrist up Got racks, I'ma take the shopping Anything that she want, she can cop it Young nigga get flyer than a cockpit Drop cash, I just left from the market Ima get to the money when I wake up Got a Goyard bag for my paper I'll make a nigga sick how i pop shit 50k for a H4LF, Tracy walk-in Blowing cash on drugs and fashion Hopping out the butterfly door, watch it lift up Rocking out the show, pullin' up for them big bucks She want me right now, bout to go beat the kitten up Rolling with the gang, every day, just live it up Getting money all different ways, ain't giving up Drop another four in a liter, then sip it up F*ck her so good, make her think that I'm missing her Baby, come here, taste this dick Make that hoe swallow my kids I might just pay for her tits Cause f*ck it, i don't give a shit He hop in the booth, get to cappin' now These niggas rapping about shit, they ain't doing now Hop in the booth, go stupid now Doing this shit for a living, can't fool around New money, new deposits Money keep stacking up, designer fly shit Money keep stacking up, make it freeze at the club, put my wrist up Got racks, I'ma take the shopping Anything that she want, she can cop it Young nigga get flyer than a cockpit Drop cash, I just left from the market Ima get to the money when I wake up Got a Goyard bag for my paper I'll make a nigga sick how i pop shit 50k for a H4LF, Tracy walk-in Blowing cash on drugs and fashion
Sanatçı: H4LFTIME & ChrisTracy
Türü: Belirtilmemiş
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