Jnr Money - No Option Songtexte

Songtexte No Option - Jnr Money




Out the coffin
Real nigga you dont see this often
Everyday we be lit we be poppin
I got birds on birds eey
Fresh nigga, I jumed out tha coffin
Real nigga, u dont see this often
Erryday we be lit, we be poppin
I got birds on birds they be flocking
Niggaz robbing niggaz plotting
Everyday we out here hitting leaks
Traping in tha studio from dusk til dawn from six to six
Young niigga ceo but I got old money it's like I'm sixty six
Keep a stick like I don't fight
Snipe you ass from out of sight
Dimonds bright fuck up your sight
Killi water drip on me
Niggaz ticks parrasites
They just tryng to have a bite
She jus want me tell her that i love her while im inside
Half this niggaz stealing drip can't wait for this to have a bite
Been plotting on this the longest bruh don't think it happened over night
I was counting money i had two bitches tryng to pillow fight
And they let me fuck whenever I want, I got the green light
Soo much sauce I make em salty
Neck on frost ma wrist is costly
Big gelatto blunt I'm puffing
Send a snitch right to his coffin
So much guns approach with caution
soo many bitches, I got options
Catch the drip the latest fashion
Leveled up I had no option
Leveled up I had no option
Leveled up I had no option
Oooh uooooh uoooooh
Oooooooh
I slide inside the bank a Gucci daffle bag
Bank teller he know how I'm comming
Manager he see me often
And he call me Mr money
Im Always talking about tha money
Niggaz acting like they out here poppin but it ain't shit to me
talking like u G but I know All that shit sound cap to me
They hate but still look up to me
The burner like a part of me
Fuck around it gets ugly
My niggaz do that bulgary
Din't do university had to concur the universe
No chorus it's jus one verse and no I do not do rehase
Married to the money like it's my 25th anniversary
Told my teacher I want to be a baller when I grew up, I was in nussery
Been through soo much pain I had to find my self discovery
Took so many Ls I had to go through a recovery
If it's beef I bet I heat it up like a rottiserie
Make these nigga bleed now I got blood all on my babberry
Make these niggaz bleed now i got blood all on my babbery eeeeh, ah



Autor(en): Junior Kassanga



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