paroles de chanson MONEY - Lil Darkie

Hippie on the beat, bitch
Money
Money in my area
Big big bankroll
Shawty I'll take care of ya
If you ain't got money Uncle Sam will fucking bury ya
Money in my mind cause hysteria
Money on my
Money on mind I couldn't birth a dollar sign
You make purchases on purpose while I work a nine to five
What you run into this service keep your currents to the side
So when you look outside the window you can see me in my ride
Cause now where I reside is with the monsters and the wishing well
They say I'm a prophet cause I'm off a ship and kissed a whale
And now I'm big as hell
I say my piece but I was never raised to kiss and tell
Now I'm making money lil bitty bitch get off of me
And everybody want me like Osama and Gaddafi
I ain't off a bean I just took a hit of coffee
Say the pledge of allegiance everyday long ago
Never gotten to my taxes but I got into drough
I like green
I like money too
But I always seem to end up with a pound and no dough
In slo mo
I smoke until I go broke
Got no mo
I cannot go to a store
I'll call my man on his phone
You at home?
He talking two for one
You got one with the bouff of one
I don't need no no gas
My roof is over my ass
My rent and water is paid
My tent is not even made
No longer sleep in the shade
You prolly deep in the cave
Taught myself how to make it
See something then I take it
Sell cookie and then I bake it
I set the bar then I break it
Money
Money in my area
Big big bankroll
Shawty I'll take care of ya
If you ain't got money Uncle Sam will fucking bury ya
Money in my mind cause hysteria
Money on my
Back in this bitch and we at it again
Yeah I'm dodging the pimp but I gotta get money
I promise that I'm gonna win
It ain't nothing funny 'cause I'm a
Uncle Sam is trying to get me through my taxes
So I can never relax
Yeah I preach it and then I pass
I'm actually pushing pacts
On my actresses it so in tact
You niggas cappin' for clout
And your captions are not a front
Counting and counting my chips
I'm rippin' the bricks
I'm givin' lil baby a lick
I'm givin' lil mama a kid
Like commas, and doin their shtick (Woah woah)
Pullin the whiskey uh
Need in a Dixie cup
You know how we save the money
We know that you acting funny
Asking to hit it you bum me
We on a roll
I can't afford to go packing a bowl
I can't afford to go front of a pack
They got [?]
I say my [?]
I do not laugh
Feel like a bakery
Niggas is fake and see
You carryin' paper jeans
I'm carrying cotton and lint
They got the blue shit in a
I keep it in my dinner
We going up in the game
People be saying our name
I had enough of the games
You looking tough for the fame
I might just buy up your town
I might just saw up your city
I got a fifth of the brown
I pull a Bobby and Whitney
Bon Appetiti
Eating the kitty
Nigga love Britney
How did it see me
Why is she putting me off
She with me
Money
Money in my area
Big big bankroll
Shawty I'll take care of ya
If you ain't got money Uncle Sam will fucking bury ya
Money in my mind cause hysteria
Money on my