paroles de chanson FALLOUT - Prettylulbarbie

All that I rock is designer
I swear that I fell in love with the finer things

Money keep falling
They keep on calling
Might catch a body now

Most of you niggas ain't shit and I figured out
That lil boy and his pockets are always in a drought

I keep my feelings inside cuz I don't trust nobody now
You said you gon' ride but how you let yo homie die?
Left my old bitch cause she ain't hold me down

Money keep falling
They keep on calling
Fucking her body

Who dead nigga? Who bled?
I just keep hearing these voices inside of my head
Telling me I could be one of the best
Fucking with me you get left like the rest

Let's drag him thru hell and get saved by the bell
She swallow my kids and she catch like Odell
Bad lil bitch I might take her to Rodeo
She like me so much and she do what I say yo

Whenever they see me they tell me you changed
Only thing that changed is the size of my pocket
I'm not from Houston but I'm keepin' a rocket
She not sucking my dick I told that bitch to get out now you gotta walk it

Getting these bucks and I swear that I feel like I play for Milwaukee
You is not shit so lil boy please just stop it
Not talking money I told yo ass to drop it

So used to being the talk of the town
See how looked up when yo bitch around
Remember when my dawg got locked in the pound
Now most of my niggas be serving by pounds

Told her to hold up
You coming with me now
You talking shit we serve him all these rounds
Tryna see more zero's in my account
Member back then I was filled up with doubt
They've been playing these games now I feel like a scout
Brand new glock and it's goin like BLAOW

All that I rock is designer
I swear that I fell in love with the finer things

Money keep falling
They keep on calling
Might catch a body now
Most of you niggas ain't shit and I figured out

That lil boy and his pockets are always in a drought
I keep my feelings inside cause I don't trust nobody now
You said you gon' ride but how you let yo homie die
Left my old bitch cuz she ain't hold me down

Money keep falling
They keep on calling
Fucking her body

Who dead nigga? Who bled?
I just keep hearing these voices inside of my head
Telling me I could be one of the best
Fucking with me you get left like the rest

Let's drag him thru hell and get saved by the bell
She swallow my kids and she catch like Odell
Bad lil bitch I might take her to Rodeo
She like me so much and she do what I say yo

Whenever they see me they tell me you changed
Only thing that changed is the size of my pocket
I'm not from Houston but I'm keepin' a rocket
She not sucking my dick I told that bitch to get out now you gotta walk it