Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Oprah, artist - Rapsody. Date of issue: 22.08.2019
Song language: English
Oprah |
| Went and copped an Audi, gotta go and get it detailed |
| Drive don’t depreciate the value of the resale (Yeah, yeah) |
| Still talkin' that shit in this mother like we Ezell |
| Hold up, mothership flow, bring the funk back (Funk back) |
| This for my young heads, my real ones and old blacks (My old blacks) |
| This for my nasty niggas askin' where the hoes at? |
| (Where the hoes?) |
| This gon' be the break, we stop and make 'em do the soul clap |
| Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu'-circulate) |
| Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu'-circulate) |
| Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu'-circulate) |
| Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu'-circulate, hey) |
| Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu'-circulate) |
| Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu'-circulate) |
| Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu'-circulate) |
| Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate |
| It ain’t uncommon to borrow a dollar |
| Invite me over to eat with your mama (Eat with your mama) |
| I like the checks with the commas on commas (Commas on commas) |
| I want the checks with the commas on commas (Commas on commas) |
| It ain’t uncommon to borrow a dollar |
| Invite me over to eat with your mama (Eat with your mama) |
| I like the checks with the commas on commas (Commas on commas) |
| I want the checks with the commas on commas |
| I need them dollars |
| Run me my half or I’ll put a hole in your wallet |
| Cold case on my waist, you don’t want these problems |
| Bank called, said they runnin' out of commas, that’s on my mama |
| I’m steady mobbin', posted up 'til I reach my profit |
| Margin, cash money, nine-nine and two thousand |
| Hustler, don’t you hear my stomach growlin'? |
| Bitch, I’m 'bout it, I’m hungry |
| So I need them tender greens spillin' off my plate |
| Cash on delivery, bitch, I raise the stakes |
| You would hate what I fuckin' make |
| Just to pop out and I don’t even show my face, oh yeah |
| To count it all, gon' take about a minute |
| Don’t claim the gang, ho, if you know you not with it |
| Marijuana scented, windows tinted |
| Keep it low 'cause you know these niggas can’t wait to print it, oh yeah |
| It ain’t uncommon to borrow a dollar |
| Invite me over to eat with your mama (Eat with your mama) |
| I like the checks with the commas on commas (Commas on commas) |
| I want the checks with the commas on commas (Commas on commas) |
| It ain’t uncommon to borrow a dollar |
| Invite me over to eat with your mama (Eat with your mama) |
| I like the checks with the commas on commas (Commas on commas) |
| I want the checks with the commas on commas |
| Dollars (Hey), dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu'-circulate) |
| Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu'-circulate) |
| Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu'-circulate) |
| Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu'-circulate, hey) |
| Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu'-circulate) |
| Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu'-circulate) |
| Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu'-circulate) |
| Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate (Circu'-circulate) |
| Dollars, dollars, dollars, circulate |
| They said we wouldn’t have shit |
| Wouldn’t last if it was up to white Jesus |
| Niggas started to believe it, started birthin' and bleedin' it |
| Oh, the lies y’all sold us, um |
| This poor love of ours, this gospel we sing |
| This little shine of mine |
| I’m gon' let it eat me up, I’m gon' let it kill me |
| Gon' let it fuck me up 'til I’m leanin' |
| 'Til I’m fiendin', 'til I’m feelin' better, wow |
| I kinda feel better now |
| 'Cause I got it now |
| For me, for him, for her |
| For my grandmama who had to pick cotton |
| And my granddaddy who got lashed at, then laughed at |
| Who you turned your back on, who you took your turn on for massah |
| I’m sorry, I’m kind of violent now |
| Fuckin' tired now |
| Don’t mean to disturb your peace |
| Just needed a little piece of what you got when I helped you out for massah |
| Y’all got me hot now |
| Not asking for permission, came back to see what’s good now |
| Niggas buyin' dreams by the pound, only real niggas sellin' |
| Only real niggas feel your fear |
| It’s nice I’ll frighten you |
| It’s nice l’ve inspired you |
| To look, to think, to act like me |
| Little old me? |
| Little old me came back to say |
| We made it |