paroles de chanson 3-1 - Prince Papi

Balling with my niggas this what Heaven is
I'm just trying to get it stacking up These ends
I just need them digits I don't need a Friend
They was up 3-1 how the fuck we Win
Damn this shit changed got me Reminiscing
I'm just need a coup aye vvs Glistening
I only knew her two days why the Fuck she tripping I'm trying stack up
Two wraiths I'm on a fucking Mission

I'm just on this beat talking I ain't a Fucking pastor
I was getting money slow gotta get Faster
I was letting time pass get up and Make it happen
My city is fucking is movie and they Living tragic
When I was a young nigga balling Like I'm a magic
Money make people change you got Watch they actions
I'm trying move away Somewhere out in Calabasas
I'm grateful new day catch me in Traffic
On my way to a bag can't stop for Distractions
Stay away from broke hoes be Chasing yo cabbage
Stunting for them hoes then caused You some damage
Know a couple hoes they bouje and Ratchet
Redd, he fool dawg always be Laughing
Mo he ain't friendly aye probably a Jab you
When I'm on the beat dawg probably Be snapping
Gotta keep a heat aye never be Lacking
Rio he drip feign addicted to fashion
I'm just trying get cream addicted to Stacking
She just trying get cheese addicted to Ratting
Rolling up a eighth while singing this anthem

Balling with my niggas this what Heaven is
I'm just trying to get it stacking up These ends
I just need them digits I don't need a Friend
They was up 3-1 how the fuck we Win
Damn this shit changed got me Reminiscing
I just need a coup aye vvs Glistening
I only knew her two days why the Fuck she tripping I'm trying stack up
Two wraiths I'm on a fucking Mission