paroles de chanson Tounge-Tied - Chique Jewelz Emerald Remix - Da Hool

Money, money, money
It's young Khalifa man
And I got money, hoes, money and hoes
I got money, hoes, money and hoes
Big money talking to you
Motherfucker that's cause big money bought it to
You
I'll be stunting while them little niggas sayin'
Nothing

High ceilings, high hoes, high prices for my
Clothes and I don't even pay for it
Barely know who made this shit
Need a bitch, take a bitch, straight back to that
Big crib
Let you roll some rapper weed, put you on some
New shit
Hit this weed, I show you how I do this
My excuse is I'm in Cali so my smoke's highly
Exclusive
And my bitch bad, my money's through the roof
Your money short you looking mad
You Danny Bonaduce bitch
I'm jumpin' in my coupe
I'm rollin' something that taste like fruit
And I hear them niggas talkin' shit but there's
Nothing much that they can do
When I got a bitch in your city, you should try
When you see her
Never trippin' on no hoes, nigga what you
Thought we gettin' money over here

I'm ballin' hard, my niggas in the same game
I do it big my niggas do the same thing
I'm throwin' signs, it's looking like I gang bang
I'm on the team, it's looking like I gang bang
I'm rolling up, my niggas roll the same thing
I'm smokin' weed, my bitch smoke the same
Thing
I'm throwin signs it's looking like I gang bang

I tell a bitch bow down to a motherfucking G hoe
I work hard, I drink slow
But I never keep drinks low, smokey smokey
Cause I'm a cheapo
Sippin' on Pinot Grigio, really hoe, got everything
Like I got me a genie hoe, yeah
My car look like a building, diamonds dancing on
Top of my wrist
Bitch I'm ten feet tall when I'm standing on top
Of my dick
You a sucker hoe, sucker hoe
I'm success, I feel like a million dollars, bitch I'm
Up next
Money in my hand, I don't need no hand out
And they all got their hands up cause they fuck
With me hands down
And the car I push got more tent than a camp
Round
And my picture always on your bitch background
Like Prada, it's just me and Cyhi
Young enough to be your son, but she call me big
Papa
She gave me her oh nana, now disappear like
Tada
She smoking on that Tada, now who the fuck
Gonna stop her

I'm ballin' hard, my niggas in the same game
I do it big my niggas do the same thing
I'm throwin' signs, it's looking like I gang bang
I'm on the team, it's looking like I gang bang
I'm rolling up, my niggas roll the same thing
I'm smokin' weed, my bitch smoke the same
Thing
I'm throwin signs it's looking like I gang bang