paroles de chanson Cliché - Velous

Why it feel so right when I'm wrong
Why it feel so right when it's wrong ya
Disco, Disco

Now a days I just wanna flex
Thumbin' through the paper countin' blessings
Ain't no telling me take it easy
Blowing money fast, living Cliché
Caller caller hit me on my cell
Second phone for the clientele
Hoochies in the trap, dance sleazy
Blowing money fast, living Cliché

Man this shit is not a game
Bet she do it for the truest in the game
Fuck your salary I spent that on a chain
Aston Martin when I'm passin through the lane
Sprite dirty Aunt Jemima what I sip
All this ice but you will never catch me slip
Where were y'all before a nigga had posish
When we were broke and Mitch was whippin in the kitch
Flippin all them bricks nigga
Diamonds dancing, Cupid shuffle
Hundred large, Goyard duffle
While your girl giving me the neck
On Google searching for my net

Don't know why I feel this way
All this money that I made
Was too dirty for the bank
I use the mattress for the safe

Now a days I just wanna flex
Thumbin' through the paper countin' blessings
Ain't no telling me take it easy
Blowing money fast, living Cliché
Caller caller hit me on my cell
Second phone for the clientele
Hoochies in the trap, dance leazy
Blowing money fast, living Cliché

Molly, Mary, and Patron ooh
These niggas clones ooh
Wrist heavy feelin broke ooh
These fuckin stones ooh
She wanna kiss son, they wanna lip lock
Gettin tip top in my Gucci flip flops
I've been swingin with the gang
Money talkin' that's my lane
Disco been that nigga with the sauce
Self employed I made myself a boss

Don't know why I feel this way
All this money that I made
Was too dirty For the bank
I use the mattress for the safe

Now a days I just wanna flex
Thumbin' through the paper countin' blessings
Ain't no telling me take it easy
Blowing money fast, living Cliché
Caller caller hit me on my cell
Second phone for the clientele
Hoochies in the trap, dance sleazy
Blowing money fast, living Cliché