歌词
Mmmm mmmm
Mmmm mmmm
I wanna Richard Mille n Philippe
I might just go n cop it in a week
Three.five inna srt
We gon slide where you wanna meet
Gotta get my money up ain't really rich enough
World full of money the team gotta eat
Hood ain't big enough
I had to run it up
Feeling like Martin I Had a dream
Time is money n the money is ticking
Who the fuck said that sky is the limit
Aim for the moon ima shoot for the star
Usain ima run to the finish
Never stress for this bitches they all for the money n they just wan be up in ya business
Never trusting a soul just letting you my **** will line you for sneakers
Ya be rapping like shit is a joke
In they song I swear they be capping
I been working to hard it's finna pay off don't care if i make it in rapping
I ain't finna be scamming or doing no trapping but trust me I'm making it happen
Steady moving in silence never needed guidance you not gon be catching me lacking
N I'm starting to feel like I'm Big Meech
See this demon I'm speeding right thru the streets
Member nights I was hungry to touch up a hunnid now I'm spending a thousand so easily
It me n Jfredo since we was a youngin
We dreamt about beama so heavily
That's brother we fight for each other
So one of ya touch us we bonding like chemistry
New Patek I'm dancing like uzi
Richard Mille I'm flexing like toosii
Big chain n I want it like boosie
For me n my dawgs it's forever we moving
N my baby she really the baddest want all of the diamonds yea she gotta have it
They say Demus you making this money need a watch so which one is you grabbing (wha)
I wanna Richard Mille n Philippe
I might just go n cop it in a week
Three.five inna srt
We gon slide where you wanna meet
Gotta get my money up ain't really rich enough
World full of money the team gotta eat
Hood ain't big enough
So I had to run it up
Feeling like Martin I Had a dream
Time is money n the money is ticking
Who the fuck said that sky is the limit
Aim for the moon ima shoot for the stars
Usain ima go to the finish
Never stress for this bitches they all for the money n they just wan be up in ya business
Never trusting a soul just letting you my **** will line you for sneakers
Mmm mmm mmm
Mmm mmm mmm
Mmm mmm mmm
Written by: Demus The Vet
