Okay Uh, okay I walked in the party Mr. swag, so gnarly With a bad Spanish mammy betta ask somebody Yea that's my Maseratti, going ham no salami That's your chick if I like it then I'm straight bo guarding In the club where the bottles at, Rosay no Muscato They see me, models follow, ass clap, Aye, bravo I'll be why then my niggas see my jewels, they six figures Fuck your girl and her friend. I'm a dog. How'd you figure? Chillin' with my click and I puff that loud She don't wanna fuck... then I tell a bitch bye, Heart so cold, why waste my time? Twenty on the wrist cause I like the shine Fuck you niggas who hate on mine Credit card will not declined Missionary no, not me, I like that pussy from behind Bitch I'm balling every day, it's like somebody pressed rewind All my niggas came from nothing, mandatory that we shine Private plane and no complainin' if I happen to recline Same nigga that they doubted and I'm glad they don't remind Made a million off my hunger, that's just solely my reply Cause we da best, shit ain't a lie
Had to bring the money home I had to bring the money home Motherfucker, we on I had to bring the money home Motherfucker, we on I had to bring the money home Then I catch me in your city, with a clip the niggas with me Couple bitches getting tipsy, celebrating cause we winning We on (we on) we on (we on) And we on (and we on) and we on (and we on) I go so hard, niggas already know Still in the club when they close at 4 Birthday girl gon drop it low Let's make a toast to never broke us We on (we on) we on (we on) And we on (and we on) and we on (on)
Okay, now one for the money, Shorty two for the fuck of it Pull up in some shit that just might destroy all your confidence Meet a bitch and hit it quick and never know her government I been rocking Hermes and that H don't stand for hooligan High boy, I fly, high nigga, blast off You goof truth loose goose prove you ain't cutting soft We on, we on, way to keep on, bring on All these cases of that aces, bring them back to my oasis Taking shots after shots like I'm busting off that 44 Man, that ciroc, got me feeling like I overdosed Living with my niggas, celebrating, rocking hella gold Ring hella big, you would think I won the Super Bowl Yea, we in the building, why the fuck you think it's super flow? Tell the DJ bring it back and show 'em what we really on All these women love me cause they know a youngun money long Mama told me get it so I had to bring the money home
Had to bring the money home I had to bring the money home Motherfucker, we on I had to bring the money home Motherfucker, we on I had to bring the money home Then I catch me in your city, with a clip the niggas with me Couple bitches getting tipsy, celebrating cause we winning We on (we on) we on (we on) And we on (and we on) and we on (and we on) I go so hard, niggas already know Still in the club when they close at 4 Birthday girl gon drop it low Let's make a toast to never broke us We on (we on) we on (we on) And we on (and we on) and we on (on)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
