Текст песни Nightcity - drew money

Blowin' smoke like a fuckin' chimney, yeah
I'm making money, so I count on it
Them broads is mad cause I ain't counterfeit
I ain't tryna get locked up cause these hoes they be snitchin'
Mix the syrup with the sprite, please
That shit flooded on my fuckin' jeans
And I got some brand new tires, so I'm finna go and slide
It's a Night City Night, and I see neon lights

Sometimes I lie, two wrongs don't make a right
Got new mountains to climb, very few niggas by my side
Had to cut that hoe off, other bitches in the line
Guess it's better to have vibed, than never to have vibed

I aint got no enemies, them niggas don't exist
I just caught the vibe with the Yeezy on my fit
Real niggas aint got time to be playing with no bitch
Off a tab I look cold as fuck posted in the ditch

Blowin' smoke like a fuckin' chimney, yeah
I'm making money, so I count on it
Them broads is mad cause I ain't counterfeit
I ain't tryna get locked up cause these hoes they be snitchin'
Mix the syrup with the sprite, please
That shit flooded on my fuckin' jeans
And I got some brand new tires, so I'm finna go and slide
It's a Night City Night, and I see neon lights