Текст песни OMG - LIONAIRE

OMG, OMG, OMG
Where you been?
What's your name?
Where your mind?
OMG, OMG, OMG
She be dancin' in the club for dollasigns

OMG, OMG, OMG
Where you been?
What's your name?
Where your mind? (pow pow pow pow)
OMG, OMG, OMG
She be dancin' in the club for dollasigns

Aha
I'm tuckin' a loot Ima ride
I fuck in the booth I don't mind
My niggas is ready to slide
I don't care they buck from behind
Gelato we smokin' the time
Said and done, I gotta get mine
Said and done, I gotta get mine
Yeah yeah yeah, lets go
Big bootys in the club
I got Hennessy in the cup
Bought some ice for my bitch what?
There's a price for everything you touch
Yeah, yeah yeah
Bitch I go ape in the booth
If you ask em I shoot like a loot
Bust a bitch nothing new
Get in there get in the mood
I swear I never go doom
A day ago we act a fool
Ain't none to fuck with you
It's hard for me to stay down
I'm goin to the top bitch
All trough the hood I'm steady hearing
They wanna see a nigga floppin'
All these niggas wasn't really with me
Now these niggas wanna get shot quick
In the boulevard smokin' with my bitch
Yeah we pop shit

OMG, OMG, OMG
Where you been?
What's your name?
Where your mind? (pow pow pow pow)
OMG, OMG, OMG
She be dancin' in the club for dollasigns

Aha
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

These niggas just here when it's beneficial
Hop on the plane it's presidential
I was so broke it's sentimental
I get me a rave they in a rental
Yeah, Ah
Now I'm in the back I'm feelin' so fly
I'm rockin' Boutin, I'm smokin up high
This shit in my longue, I can touch the sky
Caught him before he gone, he can not survive
Sippin' on Patron nigga all the time
Daddy wasn't home, picked a couple of dimes
I was on the phone, my partner he lied
So my niggas got em now he gon' die fuck is you doin'
I thought you ride, nigga
Yeah, Its like bang bang
Nah nah fuck the game game
Please do not act like you gang gang
I gotta get it the same thang
I pull up with racks and dank
I'm smashing yo bitch in the tank
Can't fall for no bitch I'm a saint
These niggas they run out of gas
My flow is so stylish, ain't it?
SUV's, SUV's
Bitch I got it from the 8
Swissmade, Swiss Cheese
Bitch I'm a goat in the states
These rappers they know I don't play
Keep it silent till somebody sprayed
I'm not violent but nigga go cray'
Pushed the button my nigga too late