paroles de chanson Lucy - JeaniusBeats , D Real

I'm ready for the money
I'm ready for the fame
I'm ready make a name
I'm ready for that thang
Show me what you got for me
Money money money
Show me what you got for me
Money money money
Show me what you got for me
Money money money
Show me what you got
I'm ready for the change
I'm ready for the fame
I want that thang
I want that thang
Show me what you got for me
Money money money
Show me what you got for me
Money money money
Show me what you got for me
Money money money
Show me what you got...

Smokin' on that antidote
I'm ready to get money though
I'm tryna get alotta dough for my niggas feelin' in the Carolina's
Prayin' to God a nigga hit the lotto broke
Tryna shine bright like a fuckin' diamond
They ain't heard about us yet but they tryna find it
For that blood diamond gotta mind it
Bitch bad as Rihanna so I gotta dig it
She feeling the rebel so I gotta get it
Shoulda never gave us niggas moneys
Now they tryna hang the homies
Ask Bill Cosby or Michael Vick
Cut you a little slack, niggas want it back
Fuck a pig, that's a bacon wrap
Root of All Evil, I'm chasin' that
Smokin' on Cabbage
My Momma pray I let go of these habbits
But the temptation of Lucy's a bastard
You get a nut she keep riding you faster
Stunt like gymnastics
Ball on these bastards
Flex on these hoes
My young nigga keep dabbin'
That's what she tell us and that's what be happenin'
Suckin' on mine like we smokin' in traffic
Root of All Evil

I'm ready for the money
I'm ready for the fame
I'm ready make a name
I'm ready for that thang
Show me what you got for me
Money money money
Show me what you got for me
Money money money
Show me what you got for me
Money money money
Show me what you got
I'm ready for the change
I'm ready for the fame
I want that thang
I want that thang
Show me what you got for me
Money money money
Show me what you got for me
Money money money
Show me what you got for me
Money money money
Show me what you got...

For me, for me
How long you gonna
Tease me, please me
Gemmie, gemmie
I, I, I
Want what you got for me
But I know I can't take it
I ain't sellin my soul
But I'm at the door unlocking
Lucy I'm home
Walk through the door unfolding
My life before this flesh
But if my life be for this flesh
Then I'm gonna be a mess
Get caught up in the superficial
And it's eating me up like tiramisu
Cause I don't have what I wanna be used to
N My heart don't beat like it used to
My flesh say go chase
My soul say go chase
One be for the fortune, the fame
The other for the kingdom
And the glory of the name
What I'm sayin'
I'm in major conflict
If I cross lines I said I wouldn't
To get the riches 'fore my 'heritances
Tired of Misdirection
An missing blessings
But I'm ready...

I'm ready for the fortune
For the Fame, To make a name
I want that thang
I want that thang
Show me what you got for me.
(D Real)
I'm ready for the money
I'm ready for the fame
I'm ready make a name
I'm ready for that thang
Show me what you got for me
Money money money
Show me what you got for me
Money money money
Show me what you got for me
Money money money
Show me what you got
I'm ready for the change
I'm ready for the fame
I want that thang
I want that thang
Show me what you got for me
Money money money
Show me what you got for me
Money money money
Show me what you got for me
Money money money
Show me what you got...

Smokin' on that antidote
I'm ready to get money though
I'm tryna get alotta dough for my niggas feelin' in the Carolina's
Prayin' to God a nigga hit the lotto broke
Tryna shine bright like a fuckin' diamond
They ain't heard about us yet but they tryna find it
For that blood diamond gotta mind it
Bitch bad as Rihanna so I gotta dig it
She feeling the rebel so I gotta get it
Shoulda never gave us niggas moneys
Now they tryna hang the homies
Ask Bill Cosby or Michael Vick
Cut you a little slack, niggas want it back
Fuck a pig, that's a bacon wrap
Root of All Evil, I'm chasin' that
Smokin' on Cabbage
My Momma pray I let go of these habbits
But the temptation of Lucy's a bastard
You get a nut she keep riding you faster
Stunt like gymnastics
Ball on these bastards
Flex on these hoes
My young nigga keep dabbin'
That's what she tell us and that's what be happenin'
Suckin' on mine like we smokin in traffic
Root of All Evil

I'm ready for the money
I'm ready for the fame
I'm ready make a name
I'm ready for that thang
Show me what you got for me
Money money money
Show me what you got for me
Money money money
Show me what you got for me
Money money money
Show me what you got
I'm ready for the change
I'm ready for the fame
I want that thang
I want that thang
Show me what you got for me
Money money money
Show me what you got for me
Money money money
Show me what you got for me
Money money money
Show me what you got...

For me, for me
How long you gonna
Tease me, please me
Gemmie, gemmie
I, I, I
Want what you got for me
But I know I can't take it
I ain't sellin my soul
But I'm at the door unlocking
Lucy I'm home
Walk through the door unfolding
My life before this flesh
But if my life be for this flesh
Then I'm gonna be a mess
Get caught up in the superficial
And it's eating me up like tiramisu
Cause I don't have what I wanna be used to
N My heart don't beat like it used to
My flesh say go chase
My soul say go chase
One be for the fortune, the fame
The other for the kingdom
And the glory of the name
What I'm sayin'
I'm in major conflict
If I cross lines I said I wouldn't
To get the riches 'fore my 'heritances
Tired of Misdirection
An missing blessings
But I'm ready...

I'm ready for the fortune
For the Fame, To make a name
I want that thang
I want that thang
Show me what you got for me