Songtexte Futura - Jupiterkami

Yeah-Ooh
Yeah-Ooh
Yeah-Ooh
It can get complicated
These niggas they pray to Satan
I see the evil in faces
And all celebrities faking
Lord keep 'em away from me
I don't wanna make more payments
And I don't wanna say I hate 'em
But I really don't wanna rate 'em

I don't 'em go, let 'em know
That you reap what you sow
Yeah I keep 'em close, all of those
That gave me some dough
Designer clothes, with my bros
My money trees grow
I don't chase hoes, or no lows
I can be water, flows

Oh, by the way, by the way
I say what I say, let 'em hear
I take what I want, let 'em fear

I know where you haters be at, I got an orbital VSAT
These bitches the want me
Talking in tongues, I think that they wanting a visa
Fly to miami, got me grammy, kami is living la vida
And that boy we gon stomp 'em, nothing can stop me
He gotta pay for a femur
My ice is like water, gave me a cold
I think that It got me a fever
Can't fuck with a hoe, asking for gold
It's a shame I gotta leave her

I don't 'em go, let 'em know
That you reap what you sow
Yeah I keep 'em close, all of those
That gave me some dough
Designer clothes, with my bros
My money trees grow
I don't chase hoes, or no lows
I can be water, flows