paroles de chanson Bal Harbour - Sl4YERS*

Saint in this motherfuckin'
Reid huh huh
I'm tryna blow up huh Virgil Abloh
I got off white nigga on my toes
I want that guap nigga I'm on go
Shawty she called me the Slatty Don
I've been moving M.I.A I'm gone
Shawty tryna hang she hit up my phone
I told that ho get up off my phone
Yeah this the Bal the Harbour
I've been tryna get ahold of you, he want smoke nigga get a vuse
I really rap don't care bout the views
Smoking on reefer (uhm uhm)
I got none to loose, they came up in two's
(That shit got me confused)
Get money the motto, she a fan she wan a lil photo
I'm on the reefer, no I can't smoke on sativa
Moving I move like a diva, she wanna hop in a Bimmer
Dropping but I'm a gate keeper
Breaking that motherfuckin' reefer
I'm boutta chop with my scissors
Sippin that motherfuckin' sizzirp
I'm on go I'm on the road, try to keep up with my flow
I've been working pushing for my goals
Get the money do it on my own
I'm on my vanguard shit, I want the money lil bitch
I've been working like a slave, now my pockets gaining weight
Nigga get up out my face, I'm like Tay k hit the race
Just like Bruce I'm in the cave, call me fucken Mr Wayne
I've been paving my way to the top
Wipe your tears nigga with a mop
Save your tears bitch I dont need em
She's a ho she's a homie hopper
Saint Laurent got my duffle bag
Shawty sad cause she want my racks
Stack my paper all up in my bag
Designer fit all over the gang, Evisu jeans all over the gang
Now I know shawty is a fan
I've been working all day, now this money gon make it worth it