a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

letra de getting to the money - flvme (sa)

[intro: flvme]
gotta get this money
gotta get me some, yeah
gotta get this money
gotta get me some, yeah
gotta get me some, yeah
gotta get this money
gotta get me some, yeah
gotta get this money
gotta get me some, yeah
gotta get this money
gotta get me some, yeah
gotta get this money
gotta get me some, yeah

[chorus: flvme]
smokin’ on some trees yeah yеah yeah
and it’s still f-ck the police yеah yeah yeah
i’ll be countin’ up the cheese yeah yeah yeah
i, swear my life at ease yeah yeah yeah
wake up in the mornin’ screamin’ “hallelujah”
gettin’ all this money, don’t you let ’em fool ya
i’ve been gettin’ to the money it ain’t nothin’ new yeah
tell ’em “f-ck the haters” yeah we f-ckin’ did yeah

[verse 1: flvme]
movin’ too fats ayy
but i sip too slow yeah
count up the racks yeah
then run up some more yeah
you already know yeah
young n-gga gettin’ that dough
gettin’ that money with all my woes yeah
can’t give a f-ck about hoes yeah
n-gga you trippin’, you ain’t never caught me slippin’, yeah
young and i get it, ayy
n-gga get out your feelings, yeah
i got the business, i got the cake and i got the biscuits
n-ggas is b-tches, do anything to get my attention
dwayne johnson on you n-ggas, lil’ baby love the way i rock, yeah
and she in love with the way i eat up and beat up the box, yeah
i got some lean in the back and i got all the weed in my sock
you askin’ too many questions, you startin’ to sound like a cop yeah
[chorus: flvme]
smokin’ on some trees yeah yeah yeah
and it’s still f-ck the police yeah yeah yeah
i’ll be countin’ up the cheese yeah yeah yeah
i, swear my life at ease yeah yeah yeah
wake up in the mornin’ screamin’ “hallelujah”
gettin’ all this money, don’t you let ’em fool ya
i’ve been gettin’ to the money it ain’t nothin’ new yeah
tell ’em “f-ck the haters” yeah we f-ckin’ did yeah

[verse 2: 451]
yeah, they know me as westside
a 4-5 with the ice cream man
visit [?] in the summer, h-lla mama a lil’ close in the sand
give me that perfect head, until that aeroplane lands
we don’t even need a bed, we don’t even want one here yeah yeah
n-ggas hate me for the chip up on my shoulder
i look like i sell bricks and smell like tom ford oud wood
i had to sit and think then i just had to pause, yeah yeah
ain’t a party unless one of us just [?], yeah
n-ggas wanna fight, i just want bread
all of my b-tches have s-x dawg, i don’t wanna leave my bed
forever in love with the paper, go find me i need to get fed
no b-tch could ever touch, i’m smokin’ on

[chorus: flvme]
smokin’ on some trees yeah yeah yeah
and it’s still f-ck the police yeah yeah yeah
i’ll be countin’ up the cheese yeah yeah yeah
i, swear my life at ease yeah yeah yeah
wake up in the mornin’ screamin’ “hallelujah”
gettin’ all this money, don’t you let ’em fool ya
i’ve been gettin’ to the money it ain’t nothin’ new yeah
tell ’em “f-ck the haters” yeah we f-ckin’ did yeah
[outro: flvme]
gotta get this money
gotta get me some, yeah
gotta get this money
gotta get me some, yeah
gotta get this money
gotta get me some, yeah
gotta get this money
gotta get me some, yeah

- flvme sa

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS