歌詞

Woah, Kenny Yeah So many shows last year, man mash bare work, now they can't afford me (can't afford me) Young and rich, but the engine's big, so they won't insure me (vroom) The lady at Audi told me "It's way too much, go for something smaller" I said "Nah, it's a myth, I'm tryna make the estate know when I cut that corner" (skrrt) Get love on the streets cah I stay doing me when I duppy a beat Flick on a riddim and put it to sleep And I stay in my zone when I'm cooking the heat A struggle for you but it's nothin' to me Used to run for the bus, now I run to the P (ah) Coming from nothing, it's lovely to see So when man wanna envy, it's cuttin' me deep (uh-uh) Today, I ain't move one muscle, I just made 60 racks in my sleep That's more than your ex's yearly wage, I got his monthly wage in my jeans (damn right) Safe to say I get paid, but I just can't say the same for these neeks (no way) Still no chain on my neck, G, I just bill paper planes and make P's (yo) Talking shit, can't step in the war zone when I just spent your advance on my wardrobe (ha) Gettin' grown on your phone, tryna talk loads, but if it's road, best watch for your jawbone Got a 3.5 in a raw cone, riding my wave, get lost in my thoughts though (woo) Kinda mad, back then, I just saw notes, now my accountant's sendin' my sort code Bro copped fresh off the lot, no test drive, dodging the X-5, makin' the pebs fly (skrrt) True say, you gotta get bread, so I told him "Take time and get your head right" (facts) He said "Bro, I'm just tryna get by, still on the ends, you're living your best life" Only right that I give him a cheque, can't see bro stressed or end up a dead guy UFO came from Mars with a pack of smokes, got the spaceship hotboxed All these pounds in the whip, man bill up a spliff, then pipe me a opp thot Never bang one mash in my life but I'll bang man out, no doubt, if it pops off And set man do pop smoke so if war is war, then the show gets locked off Today, I ain't move one muscle, I just made 60 racks in my sleep (racks) That's more than your ex's yearly wage, I got his monthly wage in my jeans (damn right) (bitch) Safe to say I get paid, but I just can't say the same for these neeks (no way) Still no chain on my neck, G, I just bill paper planes and make P's Today, I ain't move one muscle, I just made 60 racks in my sleep (Spent 60 racks in my sleep, I spent 60 racks in my sleep) Safe to say I get paid, but I just can't say the same for these neeks (I just can't say the same for these neeks, I just can't say the same...)
Writer(s): Kevin Gomringer, Tim Gomringer, Kenneth Charles Iii Blume, Harrison James Armstrong Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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