Songtexte Alone (feat. Ceoridge) - Smbtripp

Stop calling my phone
Just leave me alone
Alone alone
Bad bitch blowing up my phone
Can't wait to bone Im heading home
Make a stop at the crib then
It's back to the riches
And we getting money
Ain't worried bout these bitches
Get to these digits
Me and the gang nah
We gotta go get it

Yeah I took the cash route
Yeah you know it was hard
With no handout
Told my jeweler don't care
What it cost just make all
These diamonds go stand out
At the trap we be moving these
Bags out told me go for it all
I can't back out shawty finna
Make me go spazz out
Yeah you reach for these racks
That's a man down
Yeah I gotta get it
Came a long way but I came
Out the trenches
I stay on the road yeah I'm out
Of the ditches I know they be
Hating on my why they trippin'
I came from the bottom
Had no pot to piss in
Yeah yeah we walk in the building
They stopping an staring
You cannot compare yeah
We getting money
We better than ever
Glock 19 extension
I made a way they wanna know
How I'm living pour out the pint
I'm sipping if you part of the gang
Better know it's a privilege
Used to look up to God an ask
For better living hadda go
Roll the dice now I want it
I cop it cop it cash flow
Ain't stopping yeah they wanted
Me boxed in
Yeah I gotta get it
Came a long way but I came
Out the trenches
I stay on the road yeah I'm out
Of the ditches I know they be
Hating on my why they trippin'
I came from the bottom
Had no pot to piss in
Yeah yeah we walk in the building
They stopping an staring
You cannot compare yeah
We getting money
We better than ever

Stop calling my phone
Just leave me alone
Alone alone
Bad bitch blowing up my phone
Can't wait to bone Im heading home
Make a stop at the crib then
It's back to the riches
And we getting money
Ain't worried bout these bitches
Get to these digits
Me and the gang nah
We gotta go get it

Gotta go get it we ain't really
Have a choice quiet kids
Now we making some noise
Down bad we ain't have no toys
Now we pull up paper tags
On the Royce
Act like some of these bitches
I try to avoid I remember
When they didn't believe
Now everybody just wanna
Be seen with me
Step on the scene with me
Ain't coming in less the glock
Coming with me
I let that bitch off have it
Singing like Whitney
Say he want smoke tell him
Better be ready I up it I blow it
Until it go empty
Big bankroll
Money to long
Staying down all we know
Just me and the bro
We never gon fold
You know how it go
Hop in the whip
Told trip leggo
Get it and go leggo leggo
Trap houses and bandos
Come get you a bowl
Let it go for the low
That's just the life of a young ceo
Big boss shit bitch big bankrolls
If it ain't about paper money I
Says no married to money
Cant wife no hoe

Stop calling my phone
Just leave me alone
Alone alone
Bad bitch blowing up my phone
Can't wait to bone Im heading home
Make a stop at the crib then
It's back to the riches
And we getting money
Ain't worried bout these bitches
Get to these digits
Me and the gang nah
We gotta go get it