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作曲和作词
Hustl3hard YLP
Hustl3hard YLP
词曲作者
365 YLP
词曲作者

歌词

She said, I was a dog, I bet she wanna see me bite now
You ain't talking dough, so I gotta put the phone down
This moneys going up, so all these bitches wanna go down
I fucked **** girl, tryna keep it on the low now
She's calling me a dog, but I'm a different breed
And my aftershave LV, you **** rocking Creed
And my coupe soo cold, probably make a **** sneeze
Why's she talking 'bout feelings, someone tell this bitch to breathe
I fell in love with the money when I made me a rack
Since I made my first 10, I ain't never looked back
Bro's handling the coupe, I got two bitches at the back
And they know what it is, I ain't even gotta chat
Rose gold on my wrist and now she's arching her back
And if the jewels ain't on, smartwhip bends her back
All this money on me dirty man, fuck paying tax
Every time I'm in the booth, it's always straight fax
Little **** going broke, tryna keep up with the gang
And now she all on my body, since she heard I can rap
I stay getting bread, I ain't really in the chat
4 figures on my drip? 5 figures on my wrist
And the German that I'm pushing set me back 20 quid
My drips overflowing I can't find me a lid
Now I'm sitting down in novi tryna order me some shrimp
My **** got it on him, he might walk with a limp
I ain't really pushing keys, I'd rather push me a payment
When I wasn't up, my roster it was vacant
I did it on my own, I never asked for a hand out
My lifestyle different, I just stay getting bands now
They wanna come around, weren't here when I was pop down
The fuck is 5 racks? I spent that shit uptown
And certain man had it but now they're all rubbed out
I swear if I was them, I probably woulda bugged out
She said, I was a dog, I bet she wanna see me bite now
You ain't talking dough, so I gotta put the phone down
This moneys going up, so all these bitches wanna go down
I fucked **** girl, tryna keep it on the low now
She's calling me a dog, but I'm a different breed
And my aftershave LV, you **** rocking Creed
And my coupe soo cold, probably make a **** sneeze
Why's she talking 'bout feelings, someone tell this bitch to breathe
Me and Hustle up in LV, that store, it got shut down
Plain Jane Roley, then I went and got it buss down
They see us getting ours, now they're wishing they were us now
AMG pedal, still remember it was clutch down
And I'm spitting all this heat, with a mouthful of ice
And we're dropping straight cash, give a fuck about the price
Nice things come in pairs, so I copped a Rolly twice
Just put 30 on a benz and it tickled, it was light
She said, I was a dog, I bet she wanna see me bite now
You ain't talking dough, so I gotta put the phone down
This moneys going up, so all these bitches wanna go down
I fucked **** girl, tryna keep it on the low now
She's calling me a dog, but I'm a different breed
And my aftershave LV, you **** rocking Creed
And my coupe soo cold, probably make a **** sneeze
Why's she talking 'bout feelings, someone tell this bitch to breathe
And all these bitches on me now, like crabs in a bucket
Even though she's on her reds, she don't hesitate to suck it
I could never trust a bitch, but I might finger fuck it wit' the wet wrist
She told me, "Slide it in," I told her, "Chil"l like it's Netflix
You **** shoot your shot, you're still bricking like it's Tetris
Put in blood sweat and tears so you **** best respect this
Missed call from my ex, she wish I never left
But I fell in love with fast cars and five figure cheques
Got the whole ends waiting what's the guys copping next
Spent a bag on these Diors don't be stepping on my creps
Bitch begging for a label I ain't signing any deals still juggin in my Maya
Tryna get these Mills
And my lifestyle expensive five figure bills
Might take a trip to Marbs that's some five figure chills
She said, I was a dog, I bet she wanna see me bite now
You ain't talking dough, so I gotta put the phone down
This moneys going up, so all these bitches wanna go down
I fucked **** girl, tryna keep it on the low now
She's calling me a dog, but I'm a different breed
And my aftershave LV, you **** rocking Creed
And my coupe soo cold, probably make a **** sneeze
Why's she talking 'bout feelings, someone tell this bitch to breathe
Written by: 365 YLP, Hustl3hard YLP
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