paroles de chanson Ring Ring - SkipSkool

Ay, nah, nah, nah, whatchu mean you don't have it?
Nah, nah, nah, it's the first of the month
Nah, but we had a deal (I aint got no fans I got fiends ho)
Ay where my money bitch

Ay Neal, let it hit

Tell 'em hit my trap phone, I got anything you want
Got the gas got the stones, yeah I came up out the mud
All I want is money, I ain't lookin' for no love
Stackin all the hundreds and I'm spendin' all the dubs

Ring Ring on my phone, fiends can't leave me alone
Ex bitch tryna hit, she goin' get the ringtone
Fuckin' with me better go get you some dough
You were broke last year, tell me how you still broke?

Good anywhere I go, huh
Different crib every week
When Money talk don't speak
Make a move 'n repeat

Lyin' to me, pay whatcha owe
No guarantee, reap what you sow
I don't wan' hear it, nah I don't wan' know
Got to many problems I could neva fold

Get out my way bitch, don't make me late bitch, I'm chasin' cake
Bought like eight bricks n' made that weight shift like hittin' brakes
No face no case, so I'm masked up, got expensive taste
My business great, I can't pass up, movin' interstate

Your product laced, all my product safe all my fiends in space
I'm so based, why you tryna hate? Feel a kinda way
Okay, Okay, Yeah I see it in your eyes you just a snake
No debate I can't have you in my circle ain't no fakes

Tell 'em hit my trap phone, I got anything you want
Got the gas got the stones, yeah I came up out the mud
All I want is money, I ain't lookin for no love
Stackin all the hundreds and I'm spendin all the dubs

Ring Ring on my phone, fiends can't leave me alone
Ex bitch tryna hit, she goin' get the ringtone
Fuckin' with me better go get you some dough
You were broke last year, tell me how you still broke?
Ain't no reefer, smokin' on amnesia that dope
Aquafina, drip like I'ma need me a boat
Ain't no features watch me go 'n get it on my own
My bitch the meanest, baddie Mona Lisa she snow

Ain't no love for no one I don't know
I don't ask for shit I move alone
Late night vibin' in the studio
I'm a take it if I want it I could never let it go
All this evil weighing on my soul
Told my mama please don't cry 'bout what I chose
I'm just tryna make it 'fore I go, yeah
Build an estate, 100 acres for my folks, yeah

Tell 'em hit my trap phone, I got anything you want
Got the gas got the stones, yeah I came up out the mud
All I want is money, I ain't lookin for no love
Stackin' all the hundreds and I'm spendin' all the dubs

Ring Ring on my phone, fiends can't leave me alone
Ex bitch tryna hit, she goin' get the ringtone
Fuckin' with me better go get you some dough
You were broke last year, tell me how you still broke?