paroles de chanson Cable Box - MoneyMarr

EarlOnTheBeat
Vibes 2
Draco Vibes 2, uh
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Me and my hood, we connected like cable box
Hit his block, now he red like ketchup and tater tots
On the way to the top of the charts, gotta make a plot
Nigga, I′m in the streets and I rap so I make a lot
I got EarlOnTheBeat in this bitch and it's bumpin′
Hit that big ARP at his chest, now he krumpin'
I'm turnt up with this shit so them bags keep comin′
MoneyMarr from the trap, I turned nothin′ to somethin'
Talkin′ that shit, get smacked down
Bitches on dick 'cause a young nigga rap now
Christian Dior bust down with the racks out
And I flew to LA just to send me some packs out
I′m the hottest of youngins that come from my city
These bitches they tricky, josing, iffy
When I post on that lot, bitch, I post with the fifty

I'm a hardbody nigga, I feel like I′m 50

Let me tell you 'bout a young rich nigga
Came from the block so he stay strapped with that fire
Call that lil' nigga MoneyMarr, he chasin′ checks
So you know he ain′t wasting his time
Let an opp play his part, two sticks in my dip
Bah, bah, shots right at his spine
Niggas pockets on skinny, my pockets on Bentley
Could sit here and brag about mine
Beat an opp nigga up, I got blood on my Christians
See this bankroll, that's when that bitch gon′ get with me
These niggas can't go to the jail, niggas be tippin′
See an opp in the car at a light, gotta flip it
Fly to Vegas with four bitches, feelin' like Stunna
I got drip, fuck a stylist, I′m feelin' like Gunna
Like Nick Cannon, we wildin' out, choppers got drummers
We gon′ spin in an Equinox, fuck is a Hummer?
And we already up, we got rich through the summer
I can shoot with this TEC but I don′t got no jumper
Six shots, red dots, put him six feet under
We got work in the trap and it's pressure like pumpers
I got so many racks, I′m just playin' with numbers

Why the opps on my dick and they broke? Yeah, I wonder

In the stu′ smokin' Runtz and it′s strikin' like thunder
And it's four pockets full, bitch, we knowin′ that hunger

Me and my hood, we connected like cable box
Hit his block, now he red like ketchup and tater tots
On the way to the top of the charts, gotta make a plot
Nigga, I′m in the streets and I rap so I make a lot
I got EarlOnTheBeat in this bitch and it's bumpin′
Hit that big ARP at his chest, now he krumpin'
I′m turnt up with this shit so them bags keep comin'
MoneyMarr from the trap, I turned nothin′ to somethin'
Talkin' that shit, get smacked down
Bitches on dick ′cause a young nigga rap now
Christian Dior bust down with the racks out
And I flew to LA just to send me some packs out
I′m the hottest of youngins that come from my city
These bitches they tricky, josing, iffy
When I post on that lot, bitch, I post with the fifty
I'm a hardbody nigga, I feel like I′m 50 (Damn)