paroles de chanson RICH VIKING - Money Bagg Yo

(wheezy out of here)

Shoot that's a hard eight
Better stack a straight mate
I got big bread
Watch me bake a large cake
Shoot, that's a throwaway
Caught him on the interstate
We some rich Vikings
Still fuck hoes on minimum wage (go)

Rich nigga (facts)
Buy go with these racks
I'm petty (extensions)
I still eat cup noodles out the gas station
Sitting on top of the Chevy (Chevy)
Need a big freak that'll chew me off the bone
Something like American Deli (uh-uh)
Lay the seat back
We can fuck in the car right now, no panties
She ready (hot and ready, little Caesars)
Viking smoking this blunt to the fire
Viking
Wock, I want every drop
Psychic been saw myself at the top
Right here whether you like it or not
My shooter a star
He gon rock out for mad band
Passing like gas
All my guys got a hot hand
You can't go back to your hood
Nigga, I can
Trap out the mansion
We turn it to Vik land
Pull up the whip (skrr)
Hop out fresh as fuck
Smelling like Baccarat (hey)
Mixed with za (word)
Hit gambling spot lil cuh just seen an opp (Oh)
Trail the car
Get close as you can
Ohh, he better not stop
Cut him off
Got caught lacking in traffic
Jump out fah fah fah

Shoot that's a hard eight
Better stack a straight mate
I got big bread
Watch me bake a large cake
Shoot, that's a throwaway
Caught him on the interstate
We some rich Vikings
Still fuck hoes on minimum wage (go)

Shoot, put a white Patel on a black bitch, true facts
Real Viking
Fuck her, then go eat her kid's fruit snacks
Shoot a thousand, if I lose it, up the bet and get back
Cleaning house, sweep the floor
Walked out the door with them racks (hey)
I'm smoking out the pound, bitch
Rest in peace my uncle
First nigga I saw snort off a mountain
Used to grind for grandma
Whole bow to cap an outfit
I don't go out for nothing less I get paid
I'm in the house lit
Money go Chanel hat (Drip)
This bitch cost four racks, nigga don't play with me (trim)
Big speaker, the one they wanna be and who they hate to see (him)
I'm the type of nigga
Take his bitch and make him babysit (Boy)
When the stars light up inside the foreign
I get spaceship vibes (go)
Three point five, fuck
I feel like I can fly
Something must be wrong with the club lights
They paid me to come and shine
When she asked me
What's my zodiac?
I told her Dollar sign (oh)
I don't trust nobody more than my fire
Wish a nigga would try me
I'ma up it and

Shoot that's a hard eight
Better stack a straight mate
I got big bread
Watch me bake a large cake
Shoot, that's a throwaway
Caught him on the interstate
We some rich Vikings
Still fuck hoes on minimum wage (go)

Shoot
Shoot
Shoot
Shoot