paroles de chanson Buku - Robb Bank$

Sure
Slick fire (slick fire)
Sure
(SS I′m tryna' get that check)
Happy Halloween bitches
Lil′ Bitch
Aye x4

Count it up x3
I close my eyes when I count up the money
Got it up, run it up, pick it up, hang it up
Fuck nigga can't tell me nothing
Yea boy, i got money, drop money, pop money, yots money
Pro, number one with tha' stuntin′
Yea boy, 200, 300, 400, 500
Buku tha′ hoes and the money

Aye
I bet that I fuck ya' bitch
I bet that I get you hit
Don′t make me run through the check
Don't make me throw up the stick
Tell yo hoe stop gettin′ wet
[?] you just upset
Buku my money and buku my bitch
Nigga I pour it, and don't measure shit
Bitch (Woo)
Rip it, trip it, digits sitting on a few
Yo bitch choosing, got her slipping now she wanna make a [?]
Got tha′ juice, shut down the studio
Still make a band or two
Call of duty, ain't a game, but I'm the first person shooting
Bitch
Double s boy fuck ya′ life
All of these hoes they excited
I shot him in his 3rd eye
And I′m on 10, how you think Tien died
Oh
Dick made her jump, she surprised
She had to look at it twice like a Vine
Bitch in my phone
Bitch am I lying?
I'm Perfect Cell, 2 androids (phone noise)
Home run, they love Sosa
[?] like I′m signed to 300
If you the goat, then I'm Chupacabra
I′m with my Mexican bitch at the Trump and
I got em' sucking and fucking for fun
And you give me yo′ face, I'll give you this nut
And I swear that the underground do not deserve me
Go mainstream leave my fans disappointed

Count it up x3
I close my eyes when I count up the money
Got it up, run it up, pick it up, hang it up
Fuck nigga can't tell me nothing
Yea boy, i got money, drop money, pop money, yots money
Pro, number one with tha′ stuntin′
Yea boy, 200, 300, 400, 500
Buku tha' hoes and the money

Aye
I bet that I fuck ya′ bitch
I bet that I get you hit
Don't make me run through the check
Don′t make me throw up the stick
Tell yo hoe stop gettin wet
[?] you just upset
Buku my money and buku my bitch
Nigga I pour it, and don't measure shit
Bitch

Please don′t talk back boy I don't want lip
Jumping out the Uber and I'm shooting at the lyft
Spanish bitch with me, she don′t speak no English
She just say her name like a Pokemon, boy it′s lit

Aye
Count it up x3
I close my eyes when I count the money
Got it up, run it up, pick it up, hang it up
Fuck nigga can't tell me nothing
Count it up x3
I close my eyes when I count the money
Got it up, run it up, pick it up, hang it up
Fuck nigga can′t tell me nothing