Текст песни Parlay - T.I. feat. D.O.P.E.

I got dough
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Grand Hustle nigga
Hustle Gang nigga
Yeah yeah yeah
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HEY HEY
Get Dough Or Die nigga
Broke nigga eat your heart out
Okay bruh

Yeah, ay never mind that Blasé-Blasé, all we do is parlay
All we do is parlay, all we do is parlay
Ferrari Maserati riders, all we do is parlay
All we do is parlay, all we do is parlay
We living every day like Friday, all we do is parlay
All we do is parlay, all we do is parlay
Just ask them hoes they know about us, all we do is parlay
All we do is parlay, say all we do is parlay

Got May-backs on they block and a watch tank top, two chain
Snap-backs and cargo; them racks I got carloads
My flow sick, got parvo, my swag on retardo
A bunch of G′ when we ride ho, we live no Apollo
Got strippers, got star hoes, we talk shit, swallow spit
In mansions and condos, they quick to swallow dick
Fly G-4 to the West coast, under palm trees popping Dom P
With a hazel-eyed big blonde weave that got a jungle booty, Jumanji
All I do is wake up, cake up, smear these bitches makeup
In them new Margiela flavors in Montego Bay, Jamaica
Hundred karat chain, solitaire, no Pavé
Never mind they Blasé-Blasé, all we do is parlay

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ay thug, got me leaning to my left, fake as hell
I be sagging like a thug, buy a ho the Louis belt
The whole clique, throwing ten, I can do that by myself
My sound ground, they be alien and don't know it like they live
I get my cash straight out K truck, nigga wanna try me
I′mma hit [?] ASAP, he gon' drive the fever
Make it failing like it stay flake
Nigga we'll get you well-done, the state way, [?] bumping with my [?]
My house stay where the lake stay, Benz seat where my ass stay
I′m making plays on a good day and I′m parlaying on a bad day
My Red Bottoms say CL, My Benz coupe say CL
Sharp than they two hill, oops, [?] bitch!

Ay, all I do is parlay, I do everything the star way
I got bitches fucking with me, pussy sweeter than a parfait
Sell all of my parquet, at the other end of Parkway
Nigga try me and I'll make that chopper sing like a Bar-Kay
All I do is parlay, all I do is parlay
I been getting money so I′m calling Target "Targét"
All of the bitches go our way, I'm killing these niggas the bar way
You can′t be a nigga they say is a dawg unless they referring to Shar-Peis
Me and that Gucci won't part ways, bitch I be fresh as a fool (fool)
These are the brooks in my forte, sometimes I be dressed in the cool (cool)
I know I be winning cause suckers be constantly trying to catch up with my mood (mood)
Sit back and watch while I turn up a notch, just [?] just what I [?]