Accueil  💃🎤 Paroles de chanson Française et Internationnales

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Artiste : Saweetie
Titre : Trick
Murda on the beat so it´s not nice

Moola, moola, moola, man, that’s all I give a fuck about
Dollar deals and family, man, that´s all I give a fuck about

Talkin´ out the side your mouth, I don’t give a fuck about
Got my own bands, but I still want you to cash me out

Trick, nigga, you´s a trick (You´s a trick)
You pay my rent, I still won´t let you hit (Hell no)
You want a bag? I got my own shit (Yeah, bitch)
You poppin´ bands, I still won´t let you hit (No, no, no)

Moola, moola, moola, man, that´s all I give a fuck about
Dollar deals and family, man, that´s all I give a fuck about
Talkin’ out the side your mouth, I don’t give a fuck about

Got my own bands, but I still want you to cash me out

Everybody bosses ´til the bill come ’round
But a nigga gotta eat, so I ain´t checkin´ the amount
Every baller wanna holler, let me max his card out
Hit Rodeo, that´s a K-O on his bankroll, then I’m out
I like Leos ´cause they meaner when it come out they mouth
Got a Aries that take care of me when I´m in the South
I like Virgos ´cause they loyal and they always devout
But my favorite sign the one that come before the amount

That´s a dollar sign every time, if it ain´t, then nevermind
Ownership of all my shit or I don´t sign the dotted line
I´ma come for all of mine, make it rain, then see the shine
Diamond in the rough, but all these diamonds, I ain´t hard to find

Trick, nigga, you´s a trick (You´s a trick)
You pay my rent, I still won´t let you hit (Hell no)
You want a bag? I got my own shit (Yeah, bitch)
You poppin´ bands, I still won´t let you hit (No, no, no)

Moola, moola, moola, man, that´s all I give a fuck about

Dollar deals and family, man, that´s all I give a fuck about
Talkin´ out the side your mouth, I don´t give a fuck about
Got my own bands, but I still want you to cash me out

I like them out of town niggas, teach me somethin´ different
Hold it down niggas that don´t mess around wit´ ya
I just mind my own business, got my own business
I´m a walkin´ check, so I ain´t checkin´ for you bitches
Ain´t gon´ get none of this unless he spends some on this
Expensive-ass ish, cater every wish
My fragrance is rich, ooh, I smell like The Ritz

Keep my cheese with the Swiss so I ain´t payin´ me shit (Bitch)

Moola, moola, moola, man, that´s all I give a fuck about
Dollar deals and family, man, that´s all I give a fuck about
Talkin´ out the side your mouth, I don´t give a fuck about
Got my own bands, but I still want you to cash me out

Trick, nigga, you´s a trick (You´s a trick)
You pay my rent, I still won´t let you hit (Hell no)
You want a bag? I got my own shit (Yeah, bitch)
You poppin´ bands, I still won´t let you hit (No, no, no)

Moola, moola, moola, man, that´s all I give a fuck about
Dollar deals and family, man, that´s all I give a fuck about
Talkin´ out the side your mouth, I don´t give a fuck about
Got my own bands, but I still want you to cash me out