lirik lagu mbeyeline – wall street
verse 1:
hey it’s me
mbeyeline
i want you
to lean in (yup)
saw some sh~t
and then some more (woah)
it’s like going
through portal doors (ha)
used to serve
and to bartend
in strip clubs
and high end
places where
i met some men (woah)
part of the
the one percent (woo)
them mothas nasty
them mothas crazy
the f~ck they thinking?
their time is ticking!
chorus:
my crib bigger than my ex’s
than my ex’s on wall street (awoo)
went to new york f~cking city
now i’m living, live in it (awoo)
my crib bigger than my ex’s
than my ex’s on wall street (awoo)
went to new york f~cking city
now i’m living, live in it (awoo)
verse 2:
dude heard my rhymes
how can a lady be so fine? (d~mn)
how can a lady be so wit?
spit bars and talk s~xy sh~t? (wo)
smart like she been from the block
street~savy like from the bronx
built my bridges brick by brick
n0body ever gave me sh~t (nope)
was scared of my powers
dozed off tear sour
first girl to empower eastern europe
dollar showers
then i pulled my sh~t together
raised all of my phoenix feather
i’m the fire on cold weather
half y’all fake, i’m gucci leather! (boom)
pre~chorus:
i sit back on ice pack
i talk back no chit chat
my payback ~ your flashback
i throw back my buns at
this sound track, i love that
a six pack and dough racks
all contracts, no sl!ck rats
i sh~t on your comeback
all you wall street men (men, men)
and all your strip girls (girls, girls)
i could write an all~tell
send your marriage to h~ll
you can’t stop me
you can’t shop me
you can’t pop me
you can’t clock me
you can’t crop me
you can’t block me
you can’t top me
motherf~cker!
chorus:
my crib bigger than my ex’s
than my ex’s on wall street (awoo)
went to new york f~cking city
now i’m living, live in it (awoo)
my crib bigger than my ex’s
than my ex’s on wall street (awoo)
went to new york f~cking city
now i’m living, live in it (awoo)
verse 3:
i don’t mess with average (nope)
hands full of leverage (mhm)
i know where your wife is (oops)
mess up your finances!
you been creeping for a while (b~tch)
made your hoe a b~tch with style
i been watching, took some notes
i could cause your next divorce (ciao)
in the back snorting coke
you rich but your act’s a joke
all them girls kissing ass (muah)
hoping for a highway pass
chugging on tequila shots
found your secrets and they lots
you got d~ck pics on your phone (woah)
bet tmz would be blown (f~ck you)
pre~chorus:
i sit back on ice pack
i talk back no chit chat
my payback ~ your flashback
i throw back my buns at
this sound track, i love that
a six pack and dough racks
all contracts, no sl!ck rats
i sh~t on your comeback
all you wall street men (men, men)
and all your strip girls (girls, girls)
i could write an all~tell
send your marriage to h~ll
you can’t stop me
you can’t shop me
you can’t pop me
you can’t clock me
you can’t crop me
you can’t block me
you can’t top me
motherf~cker!
chorus:
my crib bigger than my ex’s
than my ex’s on wall street (awoo)
went to new york f~cking city
now i’m living, live in it (awoo)
my crib bigger than my ex’s
than my ex’s on wall street (awoo)
went to new york f~cking city
now i’m living, live in it (awoo)
my crib bigger than my ex’s
than my ex’s on wall street
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