Accueil  💃🎤 Paroles de chanson Française et Internationnales

I get paid to speak, the labels send the invoice
No time for niggas mad, I´m ballin´ like I´m James Harden
I´m focused on these commas, I´m so tired of dodgin´ sentences

I´m loyal to my homies and I´m richer than my enemies
Told G-Man if we touch the top, then we won´t see the bottom
Concrete jungle, if it´s meant, then we gon´ see about it
The streets, they need me, that´s the reason all my songs leak
Christian Dior don´t help me much, them demons on me

(Nigga) Oh-woah-woah-woah-woah
(Yeah) Oh-woah-woah-woah-woah
(Yeah) Oh-woah-woah-woah-woah
(Yeah) Oh (Yeah), oh (Yeah)
I bought this watch to flex, I can´t tell the time on this bitch

Up the wrist, Van Cleef
When I hit, Plan B
Call a Lyft, she stayin´ with me
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

Boot me up, don´t slow me down
Bought the rear-view camera, ain´t like how it sound, ain´t got the kit
Wake up in the morning, I pour this shit for breakfast, I´m sippin´ grits
NoCap loud as me, yeah, I´ma hide all the keys
I´m ridin´ in the Bent´ to Veeze, hittin´ shit like Austin Reeves
I´m gettin´ so tired of you niggas hatin´, I went and turnt off fatigue

Lil´ bro still rock the CDL, but he made that off a V
Bought the car to flex, I don´t know the price of this shit
Text the jeweler "meth," he put some ice on my wrist
I sip Wock´ and Tech, I don´t need no price of no Trish
Won´t see me lost for breath, I save a life if you lick
Cover my heart with Chrome, got that shit on like I´m Kent
Lot of these niggas be buyin´ pussy, but I don´t pay a cent
Told a bitch we ain´t goin´ on no date, make her order carry-out
Miss me with a wedding, I left her naked at the Marriott

(Nigga) Oh-woah-woah-woah-woah
(Yeah) Oh-woah-woah-woah-woah
(Yeah) Oh-woah-woah-woah-woah
(Yeah) Oh (Yeah), oh (Yeah)
I bought this watch to flex, I can´t tell the time on this bitch
Up the wrist, Van Cleef
When I hit, Plan B
Call a Lyft, she stayin´ with me
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah