歌词
作词 : Malcolm McCormick/Ori Kaplan/Tamir Muskat/Thomas Pentz/Vlada Tamova
作曲 : Malcolm McCormick/Ori Kaplan/Tamir Muskat/Thomas Pentz/Vlada Tamova
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Better act right cause I smack dykes
Give 'em blow and a bit of that bagpipe
b***h wanna live that rap life
But I already hit that last night
Think you're ****ing with me, huh?
Must be hitting that crack-pipe
I be making my money
Thank God I learned how to act right
My cash like that shit
Give me more, say give me more
Don't worry about it, ain't no thing
Big t***y hoes in my videos
Classy b***h, don't kiss and tell
Smack her ass and then wish her well
Life sucks, better give 'em hell
Get money, **** girls, free Biggavel
A million in my briefcase
Gotta shop for some real estate
Up at the party with drugs though
Turn it up, b***h feel the bass
Throwing money, in your face
Feeling good, living great
Bad b*****s in different states
It's like I think I'm Vincent Chase
With pornstars, sports cars
And my crib got a courtyard?
How we get all this money though?
You know how big his tours are?
Want some money, but need some shit
I'm about monogram
My hologram
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We in my black Benz, windows up
Getting head, smoking blunts
Everybody know what's up
And I turn them girls to s***s
Crib's like a mob boss
My b***h get my car washed
We don't stop, my d**k out, her jaw drop
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****
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Don't I look like a drug dealer?
Don't I look like I'm somebody
Killing beats with that Murder Inc.
Don't I look like I'm Irv Gotti
Riding through with my hippy van
You broke b*****s don't give a damn
You softer than the Michelin man
Your b***h put her tits on Instagram
Better go hard when my flow start
They brand new but they old cars
Your pockets is on low carbs
She do a show, she a pornstar
In the penthouse, with the pants down
With the camera out, no hands now
Them hard drugs, we don't ran out
Can't believe that's someone's grand child
She's so bad but I like it （like it）
Wanna hear your shit, I'll mic it
My credit card bill is righteous but
Girl that ass is so priceless
Spend the night with
The right b***h
My d**k ill, my pipe sick
Small d**kers, tight fit
She loves to sniff that white shit
**** free, no charge
I play with that shit like Mozart
Eat that shit, I won't starve
Love the shit with my whole heart
b***h named Layla my Clapton ho
Gimme head put the Benz in captain mode
And my belt monogram
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We in my black Benz, windows up
Getting head, smoking blunts
Everybody know what's up
And I turn them girls to s***s
Crib's like a mob boss
My b***h get my car washed
We don't stop, my d**k out, her jaw drop
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****
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