paroles de chanson Case Closed - Young Dolph , Key Glock

Chino (okay)
Let the Bandplay
Yeah (uh), yeah (uh)
Yeah (uh), yeah (uh), yeah (uh)
Ayy, it's kinda cold over here, throw me that jacket (yeah)

Went from sleeping on the floor
Now my jewelry box froze
Fuck a boat, fuck a store
Counted millions in a coat
Bad bitch, booty swole
Got her on bankroll
Can't fold, that's a no
Headshot, case closed

Buss it down with the bros
Put that up, go get some more
Selling bags out the backdoor (shh)
Keep that on the low
Bad bitch, booty swole
Got her on bankroll
Can't fold, that's a no
Headshot, case closed

King shit, I rock gold
Who is this? Come get yo' hoe
Hop off my dick, this bitch annoying
It's M.O.B., I need my coins
This .223 inside the foreign
Fold a nigga like some laundry
Money coming, money going
I get it in, Monday to Monday

With the carbon on the drum
I spin the block and have you running
Yup, I'm the number one stunner
Got good credit, use cash money (dough)

Ayy, shoutout to God, even though I had slept on the floor
My racks very large, shit, 'cause niggas, I got antidote
Yeah, you don't want antidote
It's Glizzock, I got plenty smoke
I smashed her on the first night
She like, "Boy, you unforgettable"
I told her, "No relations, I'm a player, I'm a jiggalo"
I'm sipping on some Barney and I'm rollin' up some Piccolo

Lil Wook bettin' ten and four
And I bet I can hit your hoe
I just bought a Richard Mille
I could've went and bought a Ghost
Yeah, I just spent a lotta money
'Bout to make a lotta more
Yeah, I just woke up in a mansion
Nigga, you know that I

Went from sleeping on the floor
Now my jewelry box froze
Fuck a boat, fuck a store
Counted millions in a coat (yeah)
Bad bitch, booty swole
Got her on bankroll
Can't fold, that's a no
Headshot, case closed

Buss it down with the bros
Put that up, go get some more
Selling bags out the backdoor (shh)
Keep that on the low (be quiet)
Bad bitch, booty swole
Got her on bankroll
Can't fold, that's a no
Headshot, case closed

She took her a trip just to go see Dr. Miami (whoa)
He ran his racks up and took him a trip out to Cali' (uh)
I seen that new coupe, said instantly, "I gotta have it" (gimme that)
I asked, "Who that pussy belong to?"
She said fuck him, I can have it (yup)

Bitch been talkin' for 20 minutes
Talkin' 'bout she the baddest (okay)
Bitch, I just got this new load
Now I need somewhere to stash it (for real, though)
Talking all that boss bitch shit, hoe
You just need a real nigga to smash it (hold up, huh-huh)

I just turned a bad bitch to a ratchet (woo)
I put VS stones in my glasses
Stuffed a quarter mill' and 20s in a mattress (trap)
It used to be who get the bum out the fastest (trap)
Now a nigga make millions off adlibs (yeah, yeah)

My niggas and 'em, they pop 30's like Advils (yeah, yeah)
Shoutout to my nigga, show he's mad real (Queens)
Might drop a country album and buy a mansion in Nashville (uh-huh)
Yeah, you heard me, stupid ass niggas, Nashville

Went from sleeping on the floor
Now my jewelry box froze
Fuck a boat, fuck a store
Counted millions in a coat
Bad bitch, booty swole
Got her on bankroll
Can't fold, that's a no
Headshot, case closed

Buss it down with the bros
Put that up, go get some more
Selling bags out the backdoor (shh)
Keep that on the low
Bad bitch, booty swole
Got her on bankroll
Can't fold, that's a no
Headshot, case closed