paroles de chanson Hallelujah - Corey Patrick

Ayy-ayy-ayy-ayyy
Hallelujah, money ain't gon' save me
Hallelujah, ayy, it's CP, CP (it's CP)

Hallelujah, this money ain't gon' save me
Stack that shit up, they say I'm gonna make it
Dolla, dolla bills keep calling me
These commas wanna drive me crazy
They just wanna fuck around
They wonder why I'm always faded
Hallelujah, this money ain't gon' save me
Stack that shit up, they say I'm gonna make it
Dolla, dolla bills keep calling me
These commas wanna drive me crazy
They just wanna fuck around
They wonder why I'm always faded

Blaaaow, I'ma hit 'em with the business
All this shit I'm doing, they ain't never took a chance to sniff it
Now I got my money right, they hand out like I'm gonna give it
To em, and it's kinda sickening
Back when they was eating and I wasn't
Wouldn't share the chicken
Always had my back, right?
I was in the dark, they wouldn't even share the flashlight
Now I light the room up when I walk in so you mad, right?
Pussy niggas mad tight, skirt on with no bag pipe
I'm the getting-cash type, I'm the living-fast type
God is good, I won't get two, I live it like it's my last life
So over the bullshit like I seen it in my past life
Same one that just cut you off, I'm bending like a jack knife

Hallelujah, this money ain't gon' save me
Stack that shit up, they saying I'm gonna make it
Dolla, dolla bills keep calling me
These commas wanna drive me crazy
They just wanna fuck around
They wonder why I'm always faded
Hallelujah, this money ain't gon' save me
Stack that shit up, they saying I'm gonna make it
Dolla, dolla bills keep calling me
These commas wanna drive me crazy
They just wanna fuck around
They wonder why I'm always faded

I got a lot but ain't got nothing for no fake friends
Best keep it real because that fake shit doesn't pay bills
They want my spot, what they ain't notice is I don't take L's
I sell this shhh just like that motherfucking sex sells
(Man, you need to get on your music grind)
Got a lot on my plate right now, man
Tryna get this money up, plus ho's on my line
Not to mention everyone and they pops want my spot

Hallelujah, this money ain't gon' save me
Stack that shit up, they saying I'm gonna make it
Dolla, dolla bills keep calling me
These commas wanna drive me crazy
They just wanna fuck around
They wonder why I'm always faded
Hallelujah, this money ain't gon' save me
Stack that shit up, they saying I'm gonna make it
Dolla, dolla bills keep calling me
These commas wanna drive me crazy
They just wanna fuck around
They wonder why I'm always faded

(Off my dick, pigeon)
CP (real shit, real niggas in the booth)
Coming to you live
Seacoast (Seacoast shit, boy)
Stay wavy, that's right, we riding, yuh