Lyrics:
A house boat by it called the Gin Palace
Docked in White Trash Bay
We serve homemade tequila 23 hours a day
We got hand rolled cigars and a 3 foot
protected by chain mail
Today's the day maids await to see a cisternum
Took my little mens with her, told 'em love 'em, kissed him
He's always sensitive,
but
I can take it or leave it each time
Triangles were falling at the window as the doctor cursed
He was a cartoon long forsaken by the public eye
sexy ladies who wind down low.
And if ya get approached by a bloke, who smells of weed,
Smoke, don't act like you don't wanna know.
'Cause we got
at gettin' chicks
It's why Nike is good at sellin' kicks
It's why Disney is loved by all the kids
Why McDonald's owners are super rich, we too blinded
Nada Franchise
Nada Shotcallers
Yeah Sporty Thievz Sporty Thievz
Uh huh nada
A Pigeon is a girl who be walkin' by
My rimmed up blue
corpses, vacant slaves
Banking rottenness, decay
Saving cash for early graves
Utopia is coffin shaped
Wealth hungry drugged rats chase
Empty dreams
Good love, left me feeling kinda bad,
Riled up, after all the fun we had,
Put off, by your dirty meddlin'
Ain't that long since,
I was your hootchie
Santa Maria, it's me, Paulo
Calling from half a world away
Cash in the mail, how's my little Lucy
I miss you more than I can say
Just a little
you're paying for my company, babe
When you're paying for my company, babe
Cash, last I checked I was overdraft
Spend more money than I guess I have
You've got to pick up the pieces
C'mon, sort your trash
You better pull yourself back together
Maybe you've got too much cash
Better call, call
I'll write all of these letters by myself
Feelin' like I could turn into someone else
I don't care, gonna run away
Get a job in the desert
(Cash)
Walkin in my truth has me walkin wit better posture
Stuntin for the gram I don't gotta (Nah)
I don't post often and I don't bother
Don't need yall
got addicted to the cash
Cameras on every phone, got 'em addicted to the flash
Picture it. I was last, hustlin' glass by the gram
Now I'm handing
Like in a velodrome
Jewelry is hanging, got stacks of cash
Looks like I´m selling dope
Bitches get moisty like a basement
I want space
I need a telescope
Słuchaj bratku masz szansę gdy jesteś kumaty
Ej robisz kwit i nie idź w pasy
W bani trudno dostrzegawczy bo ktoś znów nie mówi prawdy
Tu gdzie cash tu gdzie
dowód
A pieniądze zgarniasz dla siebie cash
Tępo się patrzysz na ludzi sukcesu
Co doszli do czegoś po latach też
Ale gdy w szkole strugali ołówki ty
them suffer
I used to pass time by thinking of the life I could lead
Things I could do, things I could see
Thought about it every single night and it
inside to see how you’re wasting your life
Cause you not about cash lil nigga
I can’t teach you how to chase bags lil nigga
You stay skipping class my
na czworo drugi dzieli cash
Prawda gdzieś umyka a dialog gubi sens
Więc posyp łeb popiołem posyp przecież wiesz jak jest
Ja to wiem jestem ze
nie będziesz jechała na wyścigi kurwa
To byś mnie podrzuciła
Na wyścigi
No raczej nie
Wyjebane mam w twój cash
Wyjebane mam w twój resort
Wszystko co
(Bangladesh)
El Padrino, yeah
La Maquina, yeah
Just counted up a million cash, nigga (pardon me)
All twenties (The Machine, nigga, haha)
El
beat de Mash pour Beats By Dre pour 40 000 sous
What you gonna do?
Tout est au rendez-vous, sauf les views
D'un coup, d'une fois que j'pète une fuse
przestańcie pieprzyć głupoty
Stary dobry Peja jest tutaj nie stracił formy
Sezonowcy jak Feel na kilka chwil chcą zaistnieć
By poznać reguły gry przez chwilę
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