Merdeka.com - (Yoshi)

You want a six-figure nigga, girl, that's not me

I'm gettin' big checks, I know they wan' stop me

I know they wan' see me below, they wan' drop me

I know, yes, I know, girl, I know these streets wocky

Do you love me? Girl, you know they out for my top

If I fell off tomorrow, would you hold my spot?

I know bitches don't love me, they out for my guap

I ain't gon' never tell them what it's not

I was taught never tell, so I forgot

Money long, might just pull up in a drop, okay

Chasin' them digits, I can't wife a thot, no way

Niggas be steady actin' like they fans, so hey

Hope you're having a wonderful day

I been focused on runnin' them plays

She on my neck like a necklace (Ice)

I'm in her mouth like a dentist (What?)

All this paper like I print it (Print it)

She want me to fall asleep in it (Yeah)

Baby, come closer, closer (Closer)

The pussy, it taste like peaches (Peaches)

Brain so good, she a genius (Genius)

That head so good, I need it (I need it)

R.I.P. to the hoes I used to see (They dead)

Me and my money done growed up

Nah, for real, we can't fold up

Fuck a bitch and make her blow up (Blow)

She hot as hell, I gotta snow up (Rich)

You want a six-figure nigga, girl, that's not me

I'm gettin' big checks, I know they wan' stop me

I know they wan' see me below, they wan' drop me

I know, yes, I know, girl, I know these streets wocky

Do you love me? Girl, you know they out for my top

If I fell off tomorrow, would you hold my spot?

I know bitches don't love me, they out for my guap

I ain't gon' never tell them what it's not

I was taught never tell, so I forgot

Money long, might just pull up in a drop, okay

Chasin' them digits, I can't wife a thot, no way

Niggas be steady actin' like they fans, so hey

Hope you're having a wonderful day

I been focused on runnin' them plays

Hundred plus, that's just to fuck up the stage

Niggas broke and dirty, nothin' to say

Fly, rich, and young nigga, stuck in my ways

Steady workin', can't get stuck in a wave

Run that money up, what I love to do

'Cause I remember havin' nothin' for days

Say I love you, then I'm drummin' for you

They was jokin', it's no lovable stage

That's your bitch, then why I'm fuckin' her, huh?

Shit these bitches do will have you amazed

Turned her up 'cause I was fuckin' with her

Hard worker, so I gave her a raise

She a vibe, but still it's nothin' with her

It don't never feel like rushin' with her

Model bitch, yeah, I be clutchin' for her

Run up in person, I'm bustin' for her

Racks, they all on me (Racks)

Baguettes, they all on me (Baguettes)

Your bitch be all on me (Yeah)

Been a minute since I been out in Paris (Paris)

Bad kid, I went to Alden Terrace (Bad)

Too rich, I can't be embarrassed (Embarrassed)

Spent a dub on a fit, ain't wear it (Ain't wear it)

Young niggas havin' (Havin')

Runnin' these plays, no Madden (No Madden)

New Richard Mille, that's an Aston (Aston)

New bulletproof truck, no lackin' (Skrrt)

She told you it's over, she callin' me like, " Come over" (Come over)

I got a chauffeur, bring it back, not the Rover (Yeah)

You want a six-figure nigga, girl, that's not me

I'm gettin' big checks, I know they wan' stop me

I know they wan' see me below, they wan' drop me

I know, yes, I know, girl, I know these streets wocky

Rekomendasi Lirik Lagu Lain

Lirik Lagu Omar Apollo - 3 Boys

I don't wanna see any of your friends, I don'tI know it's hard for you to be aloneBut that's where we're differentI'd be emotionless all the way, if I couldI should take your advice and find someone newSo I could have twoI don't want toFell asleep with your hand on my skullAnd my face in your lapAt the Bowery Hotel, missin' youHow did I fall so fast?Seems like everything I do take me further from youThree boys would work if I wasn't so tethered to you (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)What should I do? (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)I can't even choose (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)I'm tethered to you, hey (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)You pray to God that it would leave (it won't leave)All that you feel for me (all that you feel)It won't be light, it won't feel rightMy hand 'round your neck that you're tortured by (tortured, ooh)Spend a lot of time with you, I can't let goI know there's some things you can't speakBut thoughts of a third make me weak, weakI don't want toFell asleep with your hand on my skullAnd my face in your lapAt the Bowery Hotel, missin' youHow did I fall so fast?Seems like everything I do take me further from youThree boys would work if I wasn't so tethered to you (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)What should I do? (What should I do? Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)I can't even choose (I can't even choose, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)I'm tethered to you (I'm tethered to you), hey (ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)