paroles de chanson No Bad Luck - Young Orange

Never gave a fuck, I was broke, but I'm ballin' now
Goin' out smell like [?] when I walk around
I don't fuck with jobs, nah, I was always callin' out
Ima get my guap up, like we always talked about

Count my guap oh my God, ima stack it up
I ain't never done, I can't stop, I won't wrap it up
Ima be fine, you should back up
Don't waste time, no bad luck
Ima spend this money quicker than it took to make it
I'll be feelin' gracious, I love getting faded
I know I'm not the best, I'm just basic
Roll up on my stress in this paper, and blaze it

Never gave a fuck, I was broke, but I'm ballin' now
Goin' out smell like [?] when I walk around
I don't fuck with jobs, nah, I was always callin' out
Ima get my guap up, like we always talked about

You want it all, but you don't know what's the cost now
You [?] so much, bitch you won't get what you want now
Coolin' in the fog, ain't no bomb cuz I ball now
I was kinda drunk, leanin' all against the wall now
I feel like i'm boutta fall down, I'm getting sick of this whole town
Ima get rich cuz they know how, I smokin' [?]
You actin' funny, you all clowns
Ima get money and go south
Ima get money and smoke loud
I'm gonna roll up a whole pound

Never gave a fuck, I was broke, but I'm ballin' now
Goin' out smell like [?] when I walk around
I don't fuck with jobs, nah, I was always callin' out
Ima get my guap up, like we always talked about