paroles de chanson Rafs and Pennies - Tarul

Rolling through the hood
Couldn't settle or buy a stool
Hit the banks, got the blanks
(I don't want to talk about it)
I'm all good
Rocking Rafs and I'm hella chic
Newest merch and I'm flexing clean
Letters small, standing tall
(Smack smack)
Hit repeat, aye!
Living the life on deposits (Uh)
Filling up all of my closet (Ay)
Trading Japan for the Corvette (Whoa)
Binge and I purge like it's vomit
Where is my coat?
Where is my dough?
Smile like it's Colgate, yeah I need to glow
I got the drip and the haters be drooling for riches
We wishing we weren't so broke, ay

Fiending for the haul
I've been fiending for the gold
Hands up, bands down
(Shake it brown boys, yeah shake it brown boys)
Got a closet more to go, ay
(Shake it brown boys, yeah shake it brown boys)
Fiending for the haul
(Shake it brown boys, yeah shake it brown boys)
I've been fiending for the gold
(Shake it brown boys, yeah shake it brown boys)
Hands up, bands down
(Gotta get it gold)
Got a closet more to go, ay
(Why you waiting til it's sold, ay?)

Mama, they work you
Mama, they work you
Work for the curtains
Work til its curtains
Gas is a burden
Loans like a surgeon
Rather a credit report than a person
Pray that my leg is okay and not broken
At least the Claritin ad got it down, ay
Double the memberships, multiple streamerships
Making Walt Disney happy
She only saw her dad when she had acne
No child support but she still call me daddy, oh
My rent payment not overdue
The boy got some beef but he also Hindu
So watch what you're saying, you heathens, Tarul got the fingers
To type y'all some bad juju, ay

Fiending for the haul
I've been fiending for the gold
Hands up, bands down
(Shake it brown boys, yeah shake it brown boys)
Got a closet more to go, ay
(Shake it brown boys, yeah shake it brown boys)
Fiending for the haul
(Shake it brown boys, yeah shake it brown boys)
I've been fiending for the gold
(Shake it brown boys, yeah shake it brown boys)
Hands up, bands down
(Gotta get it gold)
Got a closet more to go, ay
(Why you waiting til it's sold, ay?)

I ain't a friend of the goddess
I want the glow of the glory
You just pray wake in the morning
I send you out of the doorway
Everything silver and gold, man
I love the taste of the gourmet
You just in love with sorbet
I only go for the kobe
I got the vision to take over, Tony
Remember the name like MVP, rest in peace Kobe

Smile like it's Colgate, yeah I need to glow
I got the drip and the haters be drooling for riches
We wishing we weren't so broke, ay

Fiending for the haul
I've been fiending for the gold
Hands up, bands down
(Shake it brown boys, yeah shake it brown boys)
Got a closet more to go, ay
(Shake it brown boys, yeah shake it brown boys)
Fiending for the haul
(Shake it brown boys, yeah shake it brown boys)
I've been fiending for the gold
(Shake it brown boys, yeah shake it brown boys)
Hands up, bands down
(Gotta get it gold)
Got a closet more to go, ay
(Why you waiting til it's sold, ay?)