با داستان، مضمون و حس این آهنگ بیشتر آشنا شوید.
Told you we was gon' be rich | And stack my chips | So much money don't make no sense (sense)
Told you we was gon' be rich And stack my chips So much money don't make no sense (sense) I don't know what I spent (don't know it) Make me wanna cop that Benz Ride around the town with no tint (no tint) Cash in the bag, we lit (we lit) Smashed and then got in that 'Vette (Vette) So much money don't make no sense (no sense) I ain't got no friends Tom Ford all over my lens Got racks in my pants Ride with a F&N Got steel like Pakistan I flew 'cross the map again Got shows and I got fans (yeah) Gotta count them racks again I ain't hide my safe in the attic Smoke weed, sip lean, eat molly, pop Xan' bitch Please don't panic (please) Got a Glock 19 black matte (c'mon) Gotta ride with that static (static) Lil Duke with a iced out Patek (Lil Duke) YSL getting green like salad Gunna got a flow, can't get it (can't get it) Fucking on all these bitches (these bitches) My diamonds wash all the dishes You niggas can't reinvent me (can't reinvent) Pull up in that foreign, foreign, foreign at the Weston (Weston) Fucking on a pedestrian (bitch) I got these bitches desperate (desperate) Told you we was gon' be rich And stack my chips So much money don't make no sense (sense) I don't know what I spent (don't know it) Make me wanna cop that Benz Ride around the town with no tint (no tint) Cash in the bag, we lit (we lit) Smashed and then got in that 'Vette (Vette) So much money don't make no sense (no sense) I ain't got no friends Tom Ford all over my lens Got racks in my pants Ride with a F&N Got steel like Pakistan I flew 'cross the map again Got shows and I got fans (yeah) Gotta count them racks again Told you lil' niggas that we gon' be rich Run that shit up so much, don't make no sense (run that shit up) Used to ride MARTA now pull up in Benz Sipping on lean 'bout to fuck up my kidneys Since a young nigga, been getting it Quick to turn 10 to a 20 All of these bad bitches they on my dick, I got plenty Selling out shows and we winning (winning) This foreign on me got tint Riding with a bad lil' bitch (bad) Hop on the highway, she suck on my dick Diamonds on me and they looking like piss (blink) Mama I told you that we gon' be rich (rich) Gotta keep it real and can't ever switch I had to stack up my chips Stuck in the streets, came up off a lick, yeah I had to stay down, stay in my own lane Mama she told me, "Don't go against the grain" (mama she told me) Knew what I been through, you can't feel my pain (knew what I been through, for real) Keep it so real that shit run through my vein Made myself a boss and made me a name (made myself a boss) Work in the trap, make the trap go insane And ain't a damn thing changed, ah Told you we was gon' be rich And stack my chips So much money don't make no sense (sense) I don't know what I spent (don't know it) Make me wanna cop that Benz Ride around the town with no tint (no tint) Cash in the bag, we lit (we lit) Smashed and then got in that 'Vette (Vette) So much money don't make no sense (no sense) I ain't got no friends Tom Ford all over my lens Got racks in my pants Ride with a F&N Got steel like Pakistan I flew 'cross the map again Got shows and I got fans (yeah) Gotta count them racks again
هنوز آهنگ مشابهی نیست.
