down? [Chorus - Blazed] X3 I'm about money, bitch I'm about money I'm about money, bitch I'm about money Bitch I'm, bitch I'm about money I'm on a chase
Перевод: Baby D. Я Бута деньги.
(feat. Blaze) [Chorus: x4] I'm Bout Money, Bitch I'm Bout Money I'm Bout Money, Bitch I'm Bout Money Bitch I'm, Bitch I'm Bout Money I'm On A Chase
now you see [x4 fading out] [chorus] I'm Sprung (I'm Sprung) dawg she got me got me doing things i'd never do if u ain't been i'm telling you (
yet Girl I think, You just might'a tried to pull a muh'fucking fast one, I'm mad You just hurt my goddamn feeling, and that was the last one I had Does
pale of garbage Its almost dark and I'm still tryna nail a trailor park bitch I met a slut and said "What up, its nice to meet ya" I'd like to treat
back on you Then I hope this does the trick Cause I'm a sick of your complainin' About how many bills And I'm sick of all your bitchin' Bout your poodles
you want beef call my attorney All that other wack shit don’t concern me I’m being felt I got a title under my belt I’m out to get the wealth I’m bout
repeat 2x] Listen; I am the sun, I am the sea I am the land, I am the tree I’m everything you want to be Cause I be struttin’ like a g.o.d Cause I be
Bra top, lots of g-strings, havin weed dreams I’d be queen if this the 1900’s Cause niggaz gon get it, and e’rybody want it I’m totin bags, eyes redder
ice cream and turn you into sherbert I got flow I'm like "Sure" but, if it's about dough I'm like "Sure 'nuff" I'm from the bird bunch, Birdman Jr. you
La, La, La, LA, La [Verse 2:] I'm selling on Swizz yaught You know I get gwapt I can spend about house money just on a wrist watch So you know my chick
fleshin' Hopin' its her that im sexin' Yes, I'm stayin' fresh just like Mannie 'Bout to go hit my spot in Miami Now that i won I'm puttin' my Grammy
snitchin, that's a no-no That's why I'm ridin solo and I'm lookin out for popo [Chamillionaire imitating Bun B] I'm off the metre, they want me to let
style a lil bit, knahtalkinbout? You ready? I'm ready, baby Turn my headphones up Hear it go [Verse:] I'm back to the bone, it feel like I'm the best
curve the ball I'm always right but I act like I never heard of wrong And I know it all like I'm able to give a nerd a call Clark Kent but I'm sure I
goin to come after the G, when I'm out (when I'm out) And she already knowin what I'm 'bout (I'm 'bout) The paper boy, it's only G's on my route If you
right thats right I wanna thank all my loving nieces u dig? I wanna thank the nephews u understand what i'm saying i wanna thank my son, my cute baby
