Songtexte

Yeah, aye, yeah Got so many bells I be stacking Slingshot I be packing Who you think you playing with? My island be cracking Got so many bells I be stacking Slingshot I be packing Who you think you playing with? My island be cracking If you slide into my island Boy, my plug he got the peaches In real life I'm inside In my game I'm at the beaches How you passing time? Some might read a book I be in negotiations with Tom Nook I'm getting stung by like a hunnid bees Planting me a money tree What the fuck you on, boy? You ain't having much fun as me What you tryna trade? I don't need that Fuck outta here with yo' seabass Matter of fact Go tidy up, go weed wack Got so many bells I be stacking Slingshot I be packing Who you think you playing with? My island be cracking Got so many bells I be stacking Slingshot I be packing Who you think you playing with? My island be cracking
Writer(s): Ben Cragoe Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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