Yu$e feat. D Castro - MONEY TREE paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson MONEY TREE - Yu$e feat. D Castro



Money trees, money trees
All the real players see
Money money trees
All the real players see
On Gang
Ay
Wrist cold, feel like autumn in Cranston
Ice box, now the Audamar dancing
Thick bitches at the party, we glancing
Glock switches, everybody some bandits
In the whip tryna make a discovery
Only thick bitches say they in love with me
I remember back then she ain't fuck with me
Swear to god used to stay where the gutter be
In the car with yo bae, shit get ugly
Could tell she a hoe from the way that she sucking me
On my momma I stay with a money tree
Puffing za in the K wit Q lucky
Oh you know a cop then lil bro you an opp to me, run up no stopping me
Stomp on his face on my foot where the bottom be
Used to be broke now this money be toppling shit like Monopoly
Bitch I be bored with this shit boy I'm done
I whip a foreign 4 deep on the run
Everybody in that bitch had em a gun
McDonald menu, Big Mac with a drum
He want the smoke put it right in his lung
Don't try to play me cus I ain't the one
Back in the day we went swiping for fun
Now I be racking on racking on funds
Bitch I be
H-Town, born and raised, keep a K
Pouring up in a Escalade
Eightyfo's swang and bang, do the thang
Fasho mayne, imma do my thing
Watch ya mouth, watch ya bitch
Got a stick, Northside stepping in this bitch
I'm going hard, NSR, who we are
Pop a bar, I'm on mars sippin'
On gang
Like Katrina i flooded my watch
Glitter on me how i come out the box (Yea)
And I'm stacking paper to the top
Fuck twelve mayne fuck all the opps (Yea)
Everyday we be open, come shop
Ten for a gram we don't run outta stock (Yea)
Got a down bitch who send me the drops
While another one cooking all the rocks (On gang)
Trapper Aladdin
Flyin onna rug
He send the addy, we dropping em bud
I be zooming offa dem drugs
Word around town yo bitch call me the plug
Word around town, they fucking wit D
Pimping hoes so I guess I'm pushing p
Playing with me, bodies gone get deceased
Sipping drank out the 713 (Screwston)
Bitch I be bored with this shit boy I'm done
I whip a foreign 4 deep on the run
Everybody in that bitch had em a gun
McDonald menu Big Mac with a drum
He want the smoke put it right in his lung
Don't try to play me cus I ain't the one
Back in the day we went swiping for fun
Now I be racking on racking on funds
Bitch I be ahhh
Wrist cold, feel like autumn in Cranston
Ice box, now the Audamar dancing
Thick bitches at the party, we glancing
Glock switches, everybody some bandits
In the whip tryna make a discovery
Only thick bitches say they in love with me
I remember back then she ain't fuck with me
Swear to god used to stay where the gutter be
You know a cop then lil bro you an opp to me, run up no stopping me
Stomp on his face on my foot where the bottom be
Used to be broke now this money be toppling shit like Monopoly bitch I be
Board with this shit boy I'm done
I whip a foreign 4 deep on the run
Everybody in that bitch had em a gun
McDonald menu Big Mac with a drum
He want the smoke put it right in his lung
Don't try to play me cus I ain't the one
Back in the day we went swiping for fun
Now I be racking on racking on funds
Bitch I be
H-Town, born and raised, keep a K
Pouring up in a Escalade
H-Town baby



Writer(s): D Castro


Yu$e feat. D Castro - MONEY TREE (feat. D Castro) - Single
Album MONEY TREE (feat. D Castro) - Single
date de sortie
28-02-2022



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