letra de like a g - kid ink
(feat. travis porter)
[hook:travis porter]
i’mma tell you what a g told me
cash rules everything around me
gotta get that dough till there ain’t no more
gotta stack that dough till ya bank done fold
i’mma show you what a n-gg- showed me
put your middle finger up and scream f-ck the police
f-ck smelling good gotta stank on me
f-ck a credit card gotta bank on me
yeah (yeah)
yeah (yeah)
yeah (yeah)
yeah (yeah)
[kid ink]
uh, feelin so good
all the way out the hood
now i gotta view that can see the whole city
swear momma raised her a real go-getter
(yeah)
itll be okay
tell em that im so la
west up
shoe box money in the dresser
yeah, thats what a g showed me
i know you can smell the og on me
and shawty trynna get another drink on me
anything in the world for free baby
[hook]
i’mma tell you what a g told me
cash rules everything around me
gotta get that dough till there ain’t no more
gotta stack that dough till ya bank done fold
i’mma show you what a n-gg- showed me
put your middle finger up and scream f-ck the police
f-ck smelling good gotta stank on me
f-ck a credit card gotta bank on me
yeah (yeah)
yeah (yeah)
yeah (yeah)
yeah (yeah)
[kid ink]
just trynna have a fun time
middle finger up to the one time
fist to my n-gg-s on the front line
shades out, we gon’ shine
yeah, see us
just ball in my sneakas
they ain’t gettin money like a pre-nun
see it goin around, tea cups
g thing, travie got her in her g-string
and i could make her sing like t-pain
let me give you the game now
[hook]
i’mma tell you what a g told me
cash rules everything around me
gotta get that dough till there ain’t no more
gotta stack that dough till ya bank done fold
i’mma show you what a n-gg- showed me
put your middle finger up and scream f-ck the police
f-ck smelling good gotta stank on me
f-ck a credit card gotta bank on me
yeah (yeah)
yeah (yeah)
yeah (yeah)
yeah (yeah)
[kid ink]
live by the g code
on another level get a cheat code
keep it 100, c note
party everywhere that we go
oh uh alright
bat gang, up all night
nigh night night
see, everything ain’t what it seem, but
[chorus]
i’mma tell you what a g told me
cash rules everything around me
gotta get that dough till there ain’t no more
gotta stack that dough till ya bank done fold
i’mma show you what a n-gg- showed me
put your middle finger up and scream f-ck the police
f-ck smelling good gotta stank on me
f-ck a credit card gotta bank on me
yeah (yeah)
yeah (yeah)
yeah (yeah)
yeah (yeah