lirik lagu chevy woods – kilmer
somebody tell these n-gg-s we get money, too
we out here balling, my n-gg-, there ain’t that much to do
yeah, we getting paper and my diamonds clear
i slammed the door on that old school and then i slapped the gear
and all this paper’s mine and you know that
them 22’s, i chrome that
them’ on and that’s throwback
i had a nine five back in ’95
and that’s taylor gang so i would be trying
you n-gg-s know me that’s or die
you n-gg-s know me that’s or die, tgod
we getting to this money, what the f-ck you think?
just some young n-gg-s tryna break the bank
we getting to this money, what the f-ck you think?
just some young n-gg-s tryna break the bank
she ain’t helping me celebrate
here to talk but he h-lla paid
we don’t care if it escalates
some sh-t ain’t gonna never change
y’all gonna need better shades
louis vutton out the everglades
do it wrong, i ain’t got no choice
new shoes and my bentley royce
bad hoes on d-ck these days
i’m the bomb on every stage
diamonds on my everything
firearms and deadly strays
bl-w j-bs on my many places
ponytails and gold chanel
it start at ten then go to twelve
i’m drunk as h-ll we smoking l’s
we getting to this money, what the f-ck you think?
just some young n-gg-s tryna break the bank
we getting to this money, what the f-ck you think?
just some young n-gg-s tryna break the bank
in the morning, like alonzo
if it’s ’bout bread i got convoke
four floors, that’s a condo
i be on point, that’s rondo
i got a lot of sh-t on my mind
that’s got to do with this money
no, i ain’t dropping a dime and you rich n-gg-s don’t get it from me
old friends calling my phone and i don’t know how they got my number
same n-gg-s i used to get it with, same n-gg-s they still runners
i don’t knock it, i just tell them take a break
but they just tryna make that white girl blow up, ricki lake
we getting to this money, what the f-ck you think?
just some young n-gg-s tryna break the bank
we getting to this money, what the f-ck you think?
just some young n-gg-s tryna break the bank
sledge told me kill ’em
i put the red dot on them n-gg-s head like an indian, f-ck is wrong with you?
and we sipping red cups, my n-gg-s get drunk and they still f-ck you up
my n-gg-, it’s gang sh-t, my n-gg-, know what i’m saying?
me and my n-gg-s keep it on the left side
bang that, what, 4,800 what’s good?
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