$ Rich Money $ - Reset Songtexte

Songtexte Reset - $ Rich Money $




This is the type of project make me wanna hit the reset
Explored my mind, wrote some bars, it was like recess
Had the time of my life, but ain't go off the deep end
Every time that I write, I know you hear me speaking
Know it's all me, ain't nobody write for me
Most your favorite rappers couldn't say that possibly
It's possible that they a puppet when we really see
The way the industry workin, ain't nothin' here for certain
That's why I gotta shift the sound again, can't close the curtain
I'm gettin' closer to they spots, I know they feel me lurkin
I'm like a rock you skip across the pond, the smoothest person
The game I'm lockin' up, said, fuck a bond, and it was perfect
Now we intertwined, I had my bitch join the time
With the money too, had a little menage a lil ménage à trois
Money on the brain, think I might go insane
Cut some out the frame, had to reset the game
Everybody put your motherfuckin' hands up
If you feel the energy, go and stand up
I need you on your feet, come on now, celebrate
We make them feel defeat every single which way
Everybody put your motherfuckin' hands up
If you feel the energy, go and stand up
I need you on your feet, come on now, celebrate
We make them feel defeat every single which way
They feel that feelin' in the air like Phil Collins
It feel like time froze when you do nothin' but I'm ballin
You tryna pose, actin' like you rose from the bottom
I'm here to say, no, because we know that you ain't 'bout it
So come on out, the jig is up, give it up
You got no power or no push, you can't live up
To everything that you done built, it self-destruct
You like a building with no foundation, turned to rubble
We burst bust your bubble, bitch, I be out here runnin' shit
I did more in year nine than the first eight, bitch
It took me long enough, now the rocket loaded up
Shootin' for the galaxies until we blowin' up
Everybody put your motherfuckin' hands up
If you feel the energy, go and stand up
I need you on your feet, come on now, celebrate
We make them feel defeat every single which way
Everybody put your motherfuckin' hands up
If you feel the energy, go and stand up
I need you on your feet, come on now, celebrate
We make them feel defeat every single which way



Autor(en): Richmond Rodriguez


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