Текст песни Japan - Trizzy

(Yeah, yeah)

So I said fuck all haters I'm rubbing this paint, I got 45 and turned it to a tank
How many times is this shit gonna take
Flying to Florida I just hit yo state, I'm linking and linking and grabbing this cake
They wanting me there but I'll be a lil late
Going to parties I'm flying through Barbie's this shit get familiar like memory lane

I run thru this gas
I'm moving too fast
These bitches high class, they never gone last
Leave that in the past
Never coming in last, let's fly to Japan
I'm never gone land
Let this money expand, this bitch pretty bad
And she give me her hand
But she a lil bland

I got 1, 2 like some chopsticks, turn to 3, 4 got to pop it
Lot of funds up in this pocket, coming up and I ain't gonna stop it

Move a large amount made a profit, got a little bitty she some chocolate
I'm too icy got to defrost it
(I'm too icy got to defrost it)

Got her fingers wrapped around the Bombay, lookin at me she saying come this way
Doing 140 on the highway, she telling me let's go to my place

You say that you seen it I got to it first, I'm fuckin' this baddie and she a lil nurse
I'm stepping up in it ain't have to reverse, and no I ain't keeping no gun in her purse

I'm rushing and rushing I'm moving it fast
Made more than your feature made more than your last
Got a new whip with the digital dash, stay at the top and I'm flying 1'st class

There's money to make and that's why I bake
I'm seeing right through it all like it's some glass
Getting myself a physical bag, running through all of it popping these tags

She asked if I knew where I am
Shit I said barely, she brining herself and her friend
She don't even know me, she said she liking the person I am
You need to move slowly, and now all this happens again
(She wanting to show me)

So I said fuck all haters I'm rubbing this paint, I got 45 and turned it to a tank
How many times is this shit gonna take
Flying to Florida I just hit yo state, I'm linking and linking and grabbing this cake
They wanting me there but I'll be a lil late
Going to parties I'm flying through Barbie's this shit get familiar like memory lane

I run thru this gas
I'm moving too fast
These bitches high class, they never gone last
Leave that in the past
Never coming in last, let's fly to Japan
I'm never gone land
Let this money expand, this bitch pretty bad
And she give me her hand
But she a lil bland

Man I'm moving through it it's too easy, got some lemonade and this shit freezing
Got a couple karats on my pinky, scream my name she said that she need me

We eating good my whole squad is feasting, got some new cribs we ain't leasing
Check your squad 'cause they be decreasing, this money come in it's increasing

We get a lil faded we run to the pad
Drinking and drinking my liver down bad
Run through rodeo I'm dropping some racks
And this bitch keep on talking but I'm in the back

She geeked off of Molly, I eat a tamale I'm flying to Bali like I'm Peter Pan
She get a lil jolly when she the rolly it came with a brolly and she got a tan

She asked if I knew where I am
Shit I said barely, she brining herself and her friend
She don't even know me, she said she liking the person I am
You need to move slowly, and now all this happens again
(She wanting to show me)
(She wanting to show me)