paroles de chanson fuck out my mentions - atlas

Bitch my wrist looks like a fucking glacier
I done killed the game and now it needs a savior
Bring it back to life, i feel like brendan fraser
Never make mistakes, so i don't need erasers
Bitch, you bouta see me take the cup
Better pick them cameras up
I hope you filming this
Only skill and never luck
Run the game and run amok
I hope you feeling this
Every color diamond on the chain
My shit looking like a pride parade
Smoking loud 'til i'm in hyperspace
I got so much money, think i'm tyra banks
I got so much money i got tired of banks
Hundred trillion in a giant safe
Couple billion in my hiding place
(Underneath my bed, please don't tell the feds)
If you touch my paper, then i'm seeing red
Knuckle sandwich on some pita bread

Diamonds snowy, i might need a sled
Yung sleepy hollow, all i need is head

Fuck it, sleep tomorrow, it's a party night
Fuck it, i'm the nicest when i'm on the mic
Fuck it, i ain't never work a 9 to 5
But i'm on my grind all the fucking time
Yeah...
And that's true, if you really wanna talk facts
I don't know why you always gotta talk back
Y'all shady, i ain't talking 'bout a cross-hatch
Oh, my god... yeah...
And that's true, if you really wanna talk facts
I don't know why you always gotta talk back
Y'all shady, i ain't talking 'bout a cross-hatch
Fuck out my mentions