paroles de chanson Oh Well - 27CLUB

All my ex's catching feelings like Odell
I can't help the fact I'm gucci by myself
Smack her ass I kick her out I wish her well
I don't need no fucking love bitch this isn't hard to tell

Oh well
I don't need no fucking bitch I'm doing great, ay
Money on me now so baby fuck up out my face, ay
I do my dash I do my race
Bitches mad cause they know they got replaced
I cannot fuck with no bitches
Bitches always wanna bitch and never fucking handle business
I got bitches trippin' bout' money fame and the riches
They never have seen me broke
But now they come with the quickness
Money callin' and money callin' my trap phone
If you fuck with me haters watching my back though
Fuckboy do the most and try to reach my platform
Money came my bitches dirty like my fucking cash flow

Round and around we go
We chug 'till we can't no more
What goes around comes around we know
That's why I let your fucking bitch-ass go

'Cause you always on that lame shit
You on the same shit
What goes around comes back around that's on some gang shit
You like the carnival, you like a carousel
'Cause everytime you come around I always wish you well
I don't need your ass
I thought I told you I'm a fiend for cash
I hit a lick in a whip I dash
The Benz full of the money bags
I don't wanna brag, but I'm rich

Bitch I'm rich
Fuck around I might just have to steal your bitch
I'm hittin licks, In the whip
Skrr skrr to the dash and I dip
And you a bitch, on some shit
Money comin' now these bitches on my dick
Fuck around, we'll fuck around
I got that 30 like I'm Curry with the rounds
You hear the sounds, I got the sauce
A backwards photo OG got me nodding off
Aye I'm a boss, yeah fuck a loss
Designer bags for all my bitches fuck the cost

Round and around we go
We chug 'till we can't no more
What goes around comes around we know
That's why I let your fucking bitch-ass go

'Cause you always on that lame shit
You on the same shit
What goes around comes back around that's on some gang shit
You like the carnival, you like a carousel
'Cause everytime you come around I always wish you well
I don't need your ass
I thought I told you I'm a fiend for cash
I hit a lick in a whip I dash
The Benz full of the money bags
I don't wanna brag, but I'm rich