paroles de chanson Invite Only - Curren$y , Chaz French
Ok
they
don′t
want
it
they
one
hundred
we
one
million
Got
it
I
flaunt
it,
not
crazy
just
passion
All
apart
of
God's
planning
preordained
from
the
jump
and
I
promise
to
never
lose
it
Pick
your
poison
paper
hungry
like
Pookie
how
I
need
it
give
me
my
money
it
just
keep
calling
Bitches
hoeing
on
my
homies
trying
to
get
me
to
beat
it
Never
knowing
that
the
plan
was
to
pass
′em
like
back
then
FaceTime
shorty
call
it
how
I
see
it
Ever
since
mama
said
the
street
lights
we
had
to
beat
them
This
shit
is
fire
like
that
light
switch
laced
to
your
backside
This
got
me
feeling
like
that
time
I
got
my
first
kiss,
Recess
shorty
Allenwood
Elementary
Truth
or
dare
I
need
the
cutest
girl
to
put
these
lips
on
and
luckily
I
was
the
cutest
guy
it
won't
no
problem
I
wonder
if
she
knew
that
boy
grew
up
to
had
to
act
right
I
wonder
if
she
knew
that
boy
grew
up
to
live
that
rap
life
Ain't
as
rich
as
I
wanna
and
can
still
loan
her
something
Ain′t
these
bitches
for
everybody
that
be
on
to
something
Ain′t
everybody
that's
onto
something
live
a
lonely
struggle
It′s
just
me
and
my
homies,
invite
only
We
don't
need
your
input
shorty
We
want
money,
we
don′t
want
fame
I
don't
need
your
outlook
on
me
I′m
just
living
no
sideline
watching
I'm
just
pimping
while
my
side
bitch
watching
God
bless
the
real,
death
to
all
the
phonies
It's
my
party
invite
only
Pardon
me
partner
I′m
too
busy
staying
polished
Meanwhile
my
conscious
telling
me
I′m
too
modest
I
let
you
niggas
think
that
I
was
slipping
cause
of
the
singing
and
positivity
Well
that
ain't
right
See
I′m
still
that
same
mamma
fucker
that
will
have
your
baby
mama
sending
confirmation
numbers
for
them
flights
See
yall
do
it
on
say
and
we
do
it
on
sight
And
we
in
it
for
life
then
yall
in
it
for
likes
That's
why
I′m
in
it
for
keeps
and
yall
barely
keeping
up
I
should
put
yall
on
my
will
most
yall
niggas
is
my
kids
Wonder
how
your
daddy
feel
to
know
his
baby
boy
ain't
his
Wonder
why
yo
mom
ain′t
tell
him
what
it
was
from
the
beginning
So
it's
back
to
the
cheese
like
wipe
that
smile
off
yo
face
And
all
I
want
is
my
credit
when
it
comes
to
Father's
Day
So
you
can
hop
off
my
meat
land
on
another
wave
We
never
playing
it
safe
when
we
know
that
Jesus
can
save
us
′Til
then...
It′s
just
me
and
my
homies,
invite
only
We
don't
need
your
input
shorty
We
want
money,
we
don′t
want
fame
I
don't
need
your
outlook
on
me
I′m
just
living
no
sideline
watching
I'm
just
pimping
while
my
side
bitch
watching
God
bless
the
real,
death
to
all
the
phonies
It′s
my
party
invite
only
Three
ounces
in
the
ziplock
This
underground
hip
hop
Bought
the
Ferrari
drizzop
the
city's
streets
is
hizzot
The
A/C
on
full
blast
chilling
as
I
roll
pass
Only
dope
we
slang
as
long
as
supplies
last
Though
I
never
run
out
we
got
stacks
to
gain
All
the
antics
and
thangs
and
gun
cabinets
they
hang
In
case
you
try
to
bring
it
and
assuming
we
can't
hang
We
assemble
quickly
dismantle
your
whole
gang
Proceed
to
board
the
plane
the
pilot′s
my
main
man
So
it′s
nothing
to
us
living
like
the
Gold
Rush
I
once
rode
the
bus
but
now
I
drive
a
Rolls
Pull
up
to
my
tour
bus
pick
up
bags
on
a
roll
What
you
know
bout
slanging
your
lyrics
like
dope
Real
shit
they
pay
me
for
so
you
never
see
me
broke
Understand
what
you
niggas
getting
a
little
culture
from
two
of
coldest
living
It's
just
me
and
my
homies,
invite
only
We
don′t
need
you
input
shorty
We
want
money,
we
don't
want
fame
I
don′t
need
your
outlook
on
me
I'm
just
living
no
sideline
watching
I′m
just
pimping
while
my
side
bitch
watching
God
bless
the
real,
death
to
all
the
phonies
It's
my
party
invite
only
1 True Colors
2 Way Out
3 Peace & Happiness
4 Start It Up
5 Somehow
6 So Are We
7 Uncle Luke
8 Situation
9 Hol' Up
10 Let It Shine
11 Amerikkka
12 Young World
13 Pops
14 Squad
15 Invite Only
16 Off Top
17 Thinnest Line
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