paroles de chanson ITS #HowiMetYourMother - Sol Jay

She said "I ain't fuckin' 'less you rich, woah"
She told me with fake diamonds on her wrist, yeah
I think I got her fuckin' with the kid
She 27, married, from the 6
Now hear me, I ain't fuckin' 'less you rich, bitch
Nah, I ain't gonna fuck unless you different
Nah, I ain't stoppin' 'til my family livin'
They heard my music, told me I'm the shit
Yeah, I'm the shit, she be movin' for a flick
How I Met Your Mother
Tell me how yo bitch became my bitch
If she got grills up in her mouth, diamonds dancin' on my dick
And yesterday I met your spouse, said she got some new tits
Oh shit, I mean some new tints, for her BMW
No, you can't walk a mile in these Margiela shoes
All them know I'm the shit, hate to break it to you
It's just me and myself, that's my table for 2

Most these bitches 2 faced, I read 'em like a ruby
Babygirl let's make a movie then let's watch it Blu-Ray, uh
Fuck in your cousin jacuzzi
And if anything, I'ma make you pay, touché
Sol Jay gonna run his bag up, but he don't fuck with that
I'll lie and say "I'm broke", just to show you I'm still fuckin' that
And nah, I won't call you a ho, but a groupie 'cause I fucked a fan
And I pass her to my bro, shoutout Voda, that's a double tap
I fuck to the beat, bottoms up, Hennessy
Hit the moves like it's WWE
All my dogs is bad bitches, not literally
I keep it 100, they 60 with me
I'm on my big boy shit, on my rich boy shit
On my fuckboy shit for ho that chase the sound
Ho that chasin' the clout
You payin' me now, pay, bitch

She said "I ain't fuckin' 'less you rich, woah" ("I ain't fuckin' 'less you rich")
She told me with fake diamonds on her wrist, yeah
I think I got her fuckin' with the kid
She 27, married, from the 6
Now hear me, I ain't fuckin' 'less you rich, bitch (I ain't fuckin' 'less you rich, bitch)
Nah, I ain't gonna fuck unless you different
Nah, I ain't stoppin' 'til my family livin'
They heard my music, told me I'm the shit
Yeah, I'm the shit, she be movin' for a flick
How I Met Your Mother
Tell me how yo bitch became my bitch (Bitch)
If she got grills up in her mouth, diamonds dancin' on my dick
And yesterday I met your spouse, said she got some new tits
Oh shit, I mean some new tints, for her BMW
No, you can't walk a mile in these Margiela shoes
All them know I'm the shit, hate to break it to you
It's just me and myself, that's my table for 2