paroles de chanson 3 Fifteen Am - Louie G The Don

Yea yea yea

I been goin hard
All my life

Hustlin
9-9
Tryna get this
Money rite

I been on my grind
All nite

Mama say I′m Trippin
Well I'm fallin in the money

Work comin
Then I let it go

Trappin like the nba
That′s a pick and roll
Louie give and go
Sell em high
And Get em Lo

Shawty I ain't coming Home
Till the trap close
Sorry tho

Want them green backs
Make stack
Stack stack stack

I ain't want you girl
Take her back back back

She ain′t on my level
That′s a hell no
I ain't fallin into love
That′s the okie doke
She a joke

Rather count it up
I Can't stand
Being broke

And I can see a lame
Wit my eyes close

All that Hate in you heart
You should let it go

Get money
Live life
You can free yo soul

I been going hard all my
Life
Mamma say I′m trippin well
I'm falling into money

Say you getting money
Yea yea yea yea yea
I ain′t wit the frontin
No no no no no
All my niggas winnin
Check the stats
Spend a bag
Get a bag
Back 2 back

Niggas talking greasy
Like pizza pie

Got a army on back
We can handle that
Where you at

Nigga drop a pin
If you bout it
But I doubt it

Nigga See theses Guns
No estics
They do damage

Dope boy magic
With the whip

Baby send addy
And a flic

Got em sick
I even want yo bitch kid

But I hit
Yea I did
Yea

I be goin hard
Ain't gon never stop
And that money counter
Ain't gon never stop

Big Benz
And the drop
Yea I had to cop

How the fuck
She bounce that ass
And it never stop

Back in high school
I was the man nigga
Now you look around
You see I′m still the man nigga

Boy I Been had the vision
And a plan

Put my back against the wall
Now here I am

I been going hard all my life
Mama say I′m trippin well I'm
Falling into money