Текст песни Tastes Better - Chris Messan
Cash
in
the
bank
Got
me
some
change,
but
I'm
still
the
same
nigga
from
back
in
the
day
Came
with
some
motion,
they
back
on
the
wave,
shorty
telling
me
I
should
move
back
to
the
bay
Oh
now
you
love
it?
Sorry
it's
too
late
to
cut
it,
I'm
sending
'em
back
to
the
blade
Pot,
it
been
bubbling,
wait
till
they
see
how
I'm
coming,
you
boys
getting
lapped
in
the
race
Last
for
your
place,
I
got
my
foot
on
the
gas
and
I
won't
even
tap
on
the
brakes
We
from
a
place
that
ain't
actually
safe
and
you
keep
tryna
put
on
an
act
to
relate
I
still
remember
the
times
they
ain't
pay
me
no
mind,
how
they
let
me
get
back
on
they
brain?
Tastes
a
lil
better
when
you
make
it
yourself,
I
can't
even
complain
they
ain't
pass
out
a
plate,
nah
They
ain't
believe
They
ain't
think
that
I
could
eat
off
of
beats
Couple
mill
I'm
tryna
make
off
the
keys
Couple
bills
that
I
done
paid
off
at
least
Passed
'em
up,
you
know
I
got
the
receipts
Not
my
fault
you
niggas
still
getting
fleeced
Hard
comparing
where
you
couldn't
compete
You
niggas
sleep,
I
swear
I
don't
get
fatigued,
let's
go
Let's
rollout
Ran
it
up,
they
was
telling
me
slow
down
Made
a
way,
they
ain't
telling
me
no
now
Promise
if
they
ain't
know,
then
they
know
now
Ain't
just
back
in
the
game,
it's
a
blowout
Oh
they
back
on
the
wave,
bring
the
boat
out
Won't
be
long
'fore
the
shows
getting
sold
out
Twenty-two
hoes
on
the
floor
getting
flown
out,
you
know
what
I'm
on
now
Cash
in
the
bank
Got
me
some
change,
but
I'm
still
the
same
nigga
from
back
in
the
day
Came
with
some
motion,
they
back
on
the
wave,
shorty
telling
me
I
should
move
back
to
the
bay
Oh
now
you
love
it?
Sorry
it's
too
late
to
cut
it,
I'm
sending
'em
back
to
the
blade
Pot,
it
been
bubbling,
wait
till
they
see
how
I'm
coming,
you
boys
getting
lapped
in
the
race
Last
for
your
place,
I
got
my
foot
on
the
gas
and
I
won't
even
tap
on
the
brakes
We
from
a
place
that
ain't
actually
safe
and
you
keep
tryna
put
on
an
act
to
relate
I
still
remember
the
times
they
ain't
pay
me
no
mind,
how
they
let
me
get
back
on
they
brain?
Tastes
a
lil
better
when
you
make
it
yourself,
I
can't
even
complain
they
ain't
pass
out
a
plate,
nah
I
can't
complain
You
see
how
we
living,
it's
not
the
same
Tried
to
show
'em
the
vision,
unlock
the
brain
Was
teaching
'em
wealth,
but
they
copped
a
chain
So
now
when
it
slows
you
can't
stop
the
rain
Least
you
got
all
the
J's
and
you
bought
the
range
right?
Couple
of
likes
prove
you
wasn't
lame
right?
All
for
the
gram,
ain't
it
quite
a
shame,
it's
like
Y'all
rather
look
rich
then
be
rich
Faking
to
get
in
her
pants,
tell
Victoria
shit
ain't
a
secret
Fuck
that
advance
that
they
gave
you,
they
gotta
recoup
it
before
they
go
break
off
your
pieces
I'd
rather
own
it
than
lease
it
'cause
I'm
way
too
cold
with
the
art,
Mona
Lisa
Might
take
a
trip
and
a
pill
in
Ibiza,
don't
care
bout
the
number
they
charge
to
the
VISA,
it's
up
Cash
in
the
bank
Got
me
some
change,
but
I'm
still
the
same
nigga
from
back
in
the
day
Came
with
some
motion,
they
back
on
the
wave,
shorty
telling
me
I
should
move
back
to
the
bay
Oh
now
you
love
it?
Sorry
it's
too
late
to
cut
it,
I'm
sending
'em
back
to
the
blade
Pot,
it
been
bubbling,
wait
till
they
see
how
I'm
coming,
you
boys
getting
lapped
in
the
race
Last
for
your
place,
I
got
my
foot
on
the
gas
and
I
won't
even
tap
on
the
brakes
We
from
a
place
that
ain't
actually
safe
and
you
keep
tryna
put
on
an
act
to
relate
I
still
remember
the
times
they
ain't
pay
me
no
mind,
how
they
let
me
get
back
on
they
brain?
Tastes
a
lil
better
when
you
make
it
yourself,
I
can't
even
complain
they
ain't
pass
out
a
plate,
nah
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