Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Money Spree, artist - 67. Album song Glorious Twelfth, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 13.07.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: 6ix7even
Song language: English
Money Spree |
Got peng tings throwing up 6 |
All the fans in the crowd all throwing up 6 |
We still trap, we still bruck down a brick |
Invest in loads of sticks |
Music money, that shit’s piling |
We make racks off all these hits |
All my 60s get money, racks in the bank |
Notes and coins and tings |
Got peng tings throwing up 6 |
All the fans in the crowd all throwing up 6 |
We still trap, we still bruck down a brick |
Invest in loads of sticks |
Music money, that shit’s piling |
We make racks off all these hits |
All my 60s get money, racks in the bank |
Notes and coins and tings |
Have the crowd in Bristol |
Throwing up 6 and that |
Fans show love so we show them back |
67, we lurk on the map |
Won a Rated Award |
Now we’re tryna bring our MOBOs back |
Best Newcomer, keep voting that |
Came a long way, yeah, you know like that? |
I’m on |
So mind how approaching man |
And I still skeng man for my 60s gang |
Sticks and that |
Push corn in clips and that |
Big skeng, watch it go click-clack |
Then go bang, bang, bang, bang, bang |
It’s mad |
Girls just wanna have fun |
I just wanna have fun too |
Peng tings screaming out gang |
They know that we drill and we trap too |
Left the opps dem fucked |
Come like the girls that we run through |
I was doing road with bro |
And still brucking down bricks like kung fu |
Drillers, on drilling |
Known in the UK like shillings |
Still trap out the block with the minions |
Had the 25 shot on my waist |
I weren’t looking for normal civilians |
I just saw me a opp and picked him |
Turned a suspect to a victim |
When the Luger nine ripped him |
67, the family |
67, the gang |
Booked out shows and get them bands |
And we got cats fiending for smack |
Let me take it way back |
We was baking off in the trap |
Hella skengs in the room |
Smoking weed like it’s cazh |
25 in that MAC |
Opps best pray to God they don’t lack |
Loads of love from the fans |
Crowds in the club move mad |
White girls see me, their skin turns red |
They say that «your music’s fab» |
All my brodies flip work |
Free my savage hittas in the can |
Shake it, shake it |
Big batty, girl, shake it |
Two bricks of ammi and man break it |
I’m juuging, juuging till I make it |
Free my bros locked, I can’t take it |
Big guns, they ain’t in the basement |
44 alone, you can’t take it |
Know but I’m bait, I can’t face it |
Still gang gang, I can’t change it |
Remember days locked up on basic |
67, we drillers |
My niggas mash work on the pavement |
25 with the cowboy |
Man ain’t really tryna graze him |
Man ain’t tryna talk to a fed |
Nah, I ain’t writing no statement |
I put food on scales |
And I make music sales |
I get love from the brown skin girls |
Love from the white and Asian girls |
We’re the most hated opps |
All the pagan girls wanna lurk as well |
Really, it’s authentic |
'Nuff times we pulled up two Ls |
Spinner, bands in it, 12s |
This corn will take you out of this world |
50 shots in that mop |
This mop will clean the scene very well |
Feds want me in jail |
They want me rotting off in them cells |
Still making my sales |
They’re pissed we’re making history as well |
Got peng tings throwing up 6 |
All the fans in the crowd all throwing up 6 |
We still trap, we still bruck down a brick |
Invest in loads of sticks |
Music money, that shit’s piling |
We make racks off all these hits |
All my 60s get money, racks in the bank |
Notes and coins and tings |
Got peng tings throwing up 6 |
All the fans in the crowd all throwing up 6 |
We still trap, we still bruck down a brick |
Invest in loads of sticks |
Music money, that shit’s piling |
We make racks off all these hits |
All my 60s get money, racks in the bank |
Notes and coins and tings |