Songtexte Breakfast at Tiffany's - Rena Paid

Lately it's been more about the money
And less about impressions
Cocaine I sold on the streets I finessed it
Trap threw your phone
And you might find your blessings
Started off small I just wanted a neckless
Now my eyes set on a yacht on the coast
Watches in vaults lately I'm extra
All my money in bulk baby I'm extra
Lately it's been more about the money
And less about impressions
Cocaine I sold on the streets I finessed it
Trap threw your phone
And you might find your blessings
Started off small I just wanted a neckless
Now my eyes set on a yacht on the coast
Watches in vaults lately I'm extra
That pot on the stove tin like favelas

Dinner in nobu and breakfast at Tiffany's
But she rather be in the room just feeling me
Emptied her pictures she sed she'll get rid of me
Wine stains on my top
And they both come from Italy
Lately I'm coming with all of the smoke
Stop drop and roll get fuelled up efficiently
Ap stainless or gold it's giving fluidity
Plane on the runway I'm flying to tivoli
Cause all of my vibes are memories
Can't be picking no sides with the enemies
A thin line apart
You ever felt like drowning out your pain
So you buy the bar
Runts by the jar
I ain't slipping on the Mains pussy
Go and get a flame and I
Dance with the darg
Pounce on your squad
And get dowsed in the gsr
Because all of the vibes are memories
Can't be picking no sides with the enemies
Need a petty bath
If you say your running through the streets
Why u ain't put your people on
Tell em sekkle off
All that trauma from the past
Go heal when this money long
If you ain't sitting and the table
Where u speaking from
It don't convince me that you down you civilian
Cause all of my vibes memories
Can't be picking no sides with the enemies
Man I damn near survived of the amphetamine
Really held down my side it's my therapy
Can't escape all the trials of our destiny
Man she looked in my eyes and she lied when she telling me

Lately it's been more about the money
And less about impressions
Cocaine I sold on the streets I finessed it
Trap threw your phone
And you might find your blessings
Started off small I just wanted a neckless
Now my eyes set on a yacht on the coast
Watches in vaults lately I'm extra
All my money in bulk baby I'm extra
Lately it's been more about the money
And less about impressions
Cocaine I sold on the streets I finessed it
Trap threw your phone
And you might find your blessings
Started off small I just wanted a neckless
Now my eyes set on a yacht on the coast
Watches in vaults lately I'm extra
That pot on the stove tin like favelas