Текст песни Easy Money - T.W.I.N.

I got paid just to sit on my ass
I ain't chasing no bag nigga
Easy money it's coming too fast
And it's bigger than my last figures
Pockets bigger than my last pair of jeans
I don't even like to brag nigga
Brand new fit I broke some bands
Now I'm something like a fashion killer

And they call that shit easy money
Got four-five easy hundreds
Get ya boy cause he be running
Hitting boys like Brees or something
And you know big bands they talk
And you know them groupies stalk
Pockets full man I can't even walk
And if you ain't talking no money get blocked

Aye, come fuck with a young popping Lil younging
From the east side of yo city
Lifestyle of a rockstar and I want you to come live it with me
Fetish for that cash and them bags
Lowest thing I wanna touch in my hand is a fifty
I'm too raw with this shit
How I'm not the hottest out this bitch damn I'm offended

She want that easy money I know
Cause that's what they want from me
I get it
Splashing money like threes or something
Blow a bag in a night for the fam
Yeah my nigga we did it
She want that easy money I know
Cause that's what they want from me
I get it
Splashing money like threes or something
Blow a bag in a night for the fam
Yeah my nigga we did it

I got paid just to sit on my ass
I ain't chasing no bag nigga
Easy money it's coming too fast
And it's bigger than my last figures
Pockets bigger than my last pair of jeans
I don't even like to brag nigga
Brand new fit I broke some bands
Now I'm something like a fashion killer

And they call that shit easy money
Got four five easy hunnids
Get ya boy cause he be running
Hitting boys like Brees or something
And you know big bands they talk
And you know them groupies stalk
Pockets full man I can't even walk
And If you ain't talking no money get blocked

What you know bout easy money?
I play with them bands, know multi-bands
Hold up, there go my feens calling
They blow up my phone like Pakistan
I'm on the road, I'm state to state
Almost got caught for trafficking
I fuck with them blue Franklins
Still fuck with them Andrew Jacksons
A nigga wanna knot so bad I bust my head for that
Yeah yeah
I'm dripping Christian Dior and Louis Vuitton
I guess that I'm mismatched
She thought that I play for Atlanta Braves
The way I hit it and head home
Imma get money as long as they print it
Why I be smoking on good strong

What you gon do for this cash?
What you gon do for this bag?
If I take all the money out my pocket and blow it on you will you make the shit last
Oh what Imma do for that cash?
Oh what Imma do for that bag?
Whatever you give me that's ten times ten
We ain't even gotta do the math
What you gon do for this cash?
What you gon do for this bag?
If I take all the money out my pocket and blow it on you will you make the shit last
Oh what Imma do for that cash?
Oh what Imma do for that bag?
Whatever you give me that's ten times ten
We ain't even gotta do the math

I got paid just to sit on my ass
I ain't chasing no bag nigga
Easy money, it's coming too fast
And it's bigger than my last figures
Pockets bigger than my last pair of jeans
I don't even like to brag nigga
Brand new fit I broke some bands
Now I'm something like a fashion killer

And they call that shit easy money
Got four five easy hunnids
Get ya boy cause he be running
Hitting boys like Brees or something
And you know big bands they talk
And you know them groupies stalk
Pockets full man I can't even walk
And If you ain't talking no money get blocked