Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ford.Tough , by - Audra the RapperRelease date: 12.09.2016
Song language: English
Ford.Tough |
| Yea… |
| ATR |
| Yea |
| Put my life in this shit |
| Fuck your deal im writing my shit |
| Niggas dont even know money no more |
| On the 'gram flexing but they swiping and shit |
| Got Damn… ain't life |
| Find me one bitch thats wifey equipped |
| All these hoes shop at the same Instagram boutique |
| With their Kylie collagen lips |
| Got Damn am I saying too much |
| Trying to shine like Rick Ruler |
| Told your nigga pull up |
| He ain’t even do nothing |
| Avion no ice dont need two cups |
| I dont did all that |
| Just touched down, where the rental at |
| And I been all that |
| They use to say I wouldn’t be shit |
| I remember that yea yea |
| Am I saying too much |
| I been on the grind |
| I doing too much |
| I been doing it all |
| I been doing it all |
| Not built |
| You not built for this |
| Not built |
| You niggas not built for this |
| Not built |
| You not built for this |
| Not built |
| You niggas not built for this |
| Got damn got damn got damn |
| I dont said it all |
| Im bout to set it off |
| No Cleo, Mrs Cleo couldn’t see this through a peep hole |
| No B-roll, closest thing I got to a plan B though |
| My niggas came real your niggas ain’t built |
| Ain’t built for this |
| Yall can’t really really feel this shit |
| I done known niggas that kilt for this |
| White picket fence house in the Hills and shit |
| Filthy rich all I aspire to be |
| Ching-Ching sound like a choir to me |
| Came for the bread and the cheese |
| No sides for me, you can hold that though |
| No second date if a nigga dont hold that door |
| Slide that chair then maybe he can slide in here |
| Im the type to elevate your life |
| Have a hood nigga in a haberdashery |
| Classically trained in the trap |
| All I know is you better have that cash for me |
| I remember when niggas wouldn’t ask for me |
| Now they saying too much |
| Yall playing too much |
| Know you ain’t built like me |
| No you dont keep it real like me, real like me |
| Know you ain’t built like me |
| No you dont keep it real like me, real like me |
| Look, me and Audra in the whip rolling backwoods |
| I was broke last year but the cash good |
| Nah nah you ain’t built like me |
| Nah you dont keep it real like me |
| Nah he dont make you feel like me |
| He dont hit it in your heels like me |
| I been finessing and jugging |
| Im a magnet for money and pussy |
| Im in LA Miami and Brooklyn |
| I can’t name all the cities im good in |
| Now you know I like my women chocolate |
| Got a thing for them hustlers and bosses |
| I pull up right at your apartment |
| I might dick her down and take her shopping |
| Cause baby this more than a crush |
| And baby you’re doing too much |