n.o.v. dussé & martinelli şarkı sözleri

Urdrrrrr Yo count that money man I'm at the crib watching Belly Dusse and Martinelli Money machine counting fetti Popping collar fonzarelli Getting bread why they getting jelly? They threw me on the wall like a Shaq poster All my fish got scales because I'm that kosher The mack a blow you to the back if you front Rosa I Acosta/accost a model just to come and be my blunt roller But my core is more Dior You should see the decor the crown molding alone is galore Backyard like a seashore I'm trying to see more Bricks than Little Melvin and more trips to b-more (word) I gotta stay jiggy I'm the third piggy Word to Biggie boogie on these hoes like I'm dirk diggie Move risky for the dead prez I gotta man sticky Red beamer shotty in my hand dawg but you Ricky (Ricky run) You in shit's creek and I'm fishing My pots different, all defensive lock Scott Pippen My new mission, hard top or top missing You can't play me out of my position, listen I'm at the crib watching Belly I'm at the crib watching Belly Dusse and Martinelli Money machine counting fetti Popping collar fonzarelli Getting bread why they getting jelly?
Sanatçı: N.O.V.
Türü: Belirtilmemiş
Ajans/Yapımcı: Belirtilmemiş
Şarkı Süresi: 2:07
Toplam: kayıtlı şarkı sözü
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