Текст песни Porsche - Quinta
I
don't
go
chasin'
these
hoes
I
could
just
flex
with
my
girl
I
want
my
stacks
in
the
coupe
I
want
my
momma
in
pearls
I
want
a
house
in
the
hills
I
want
an
automobile
I
don't
need
beds
in
the
trap
house
You
know
I'm
trap
for
real
I
could
just
sleep
in
the
Porsche
I
could
just
sleep
in
the
Porsche
If
money
is
happiness
I
do
not
have
any
I
wanna
sleep
in
the
Porsche
I
fall
asleep
in
a
chain
I
light
it
up
like
a
torch
Young
nigga
don't
want
no
fame
Just
wanna
sleep
in
a
Porsche
Just
wanna
sleep,
sleep
Just
wanna
sleep
in
a
Porsche,
yeah
What's
fifty
something
to
a
rich
nigga?
To
a
poor
nigga
that's
stacks
I
just
want
fifty
too
with
a
couple
zero's
for
a
foreign
coupe,
and
that's
facts
I
just
want
more
than
you,
and
that's
that
I
just
want
fortitude,
with
less
chats
I
just
want
VVS's
on
VVS's
rep
UIP
and
that's
Pack
Poor
problems
that's
more
problems
than
money
brings,
and
that's
truth
dog
I
don't
ever
want
a
new
hoe
Just
a
foreign
coupe
in
that
new
home
50k
in
the
booth
though
Suicidal
in
two
doors
I'm
a
visionary,
fuck
missionary
All
it
brings
is
just
new
woes,
like
man
I'm
sick
of
these
niggas
coz
all
of
'em
testing
me
I'm
sick
of
these
bitches
coz
none
of
'em
tempting
me
I'm
sick
of
my
friends
coz
all
of
you
stressing
me
I'm
sick
of
just
flexin'
on
all
of
my
enemies
I
don't
go
chasin'
these
hoes
I
could
just
flex
with
my
girl
I
want
my
stacks
in
the
coupe
I
want
my
momma
in
pearls
I
want
a
house
in
the
hills
I
want
an
automobile
I
don't
need
beds
in
the
trap
house
You
know
I'm
trap
for
real
I
could
just
sleep
in
the
Porsche
I
could
just
sleep
in
the
Porsche
If
money
is
happiness
I
do
not
have
any
I
wanna
sleep
in
the
Porsche
I
fall
asleep
in
a
chain
I
light
it
up
like
a
torch
Young
nigga
don't
want
no
fame
Just
wanna
sleep
in
a
Porsche
I
fall
asleep
in
a
fake
chain
Still
not
enough
for
the
fake
J's
Still
I
ain't
flexin,
pretendin,
no
droppin
or
spendin'
to
act
like
I'm
fake
paid
See
me,
I'm
reppin'
the
same
thangs
See
me,
I'm
reppin'
the
same
gang
See
me,
I'm
duckin'
and
swervin'
and
movin'
a
g
You
still
in
the
same
lane
How
the
fuck
rich
niggas
stay
rich?
Why
the
fuck
broke
niggas
so
broken?
My
new
friends
so
comfortable
But
my
broke
niggas
chase
tokens
I
don't
want
fame
and
shit
Fuck
games
and
shit
I
don't
fuck
around
with
the
lames
and
shit
I
fuck
with
the
niggas
that
wanna
be
bigger,
who
look
up
and
then
aim
for
shit
So
I'm
sick
of
these
niggas
coz
all
of
'em
testing
me
I'm
sick
of
these
bitches
coz
none
of
'em
tempting
me
I'm
sick
of
my
friends,
they
turn
into
enemies
Fuck
all
them
niggas
that
think
they
ahead
of
me
No
one
could
better
me
I
don't
go
chasin'
these
hoes
I
could
just
flex
with
my
girl
I
want
my
stacks
in
the
coupe
I
want
my
momma
in
pearls
I
want
a
house
in
the
hills
I
want
an
automobile
I
don't
need
beds
in
the
trap
house
You
know
I'm
trap
for
real
I
could
just
sleep
in
the
Porsche
I
could
just
sleep
in
the
Porsche
If
money
is
happiness
I
do
not
have
any
I
wanna
sleep
in
the
Porsche
I
fall
asleep
in
a
chain
I
light
it
up
like
a
torch
Young
nigga
don't
want
no
fame
Just
wanna
sleep
in
a
Porsche
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