Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Trophies, artist - Bizzy Bone. Album song Carbon Monoxide, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 18.08.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Bizzy Bone
Song language: English
Trophies |
I got the mind of a hustler, mind of a thugster, mind of a pimp |
I got the mind of a hustler, mind of a thugster, mind of a pimp |
I got the mind of a hustler, mind of a thugster, mind of a pimp |
I got the mind of a hustler, mind of a thugster, mind of a pimp |
You better stop looking at bitches on the Gram |
I see they creeping on a come up, with they laced friends done up |
It’s on, we gone and do this, someone let’s get drunk and kick it with them |
(Thank God) I got me some money, money, I am what I am |
Keep a uber to the sun up, rent the whole club out |
We ain’t leaving this bitch, I’m in here with my gun out |
You need a ride or die, a real bitch |
I got the mind of a hustler, mind of a thugster, mind of a pimp |
Get it in the mud with, how can I trust them? |
I’m gonna need more, then an ass and a outfit |
Capable I can run shit, money moves, let me make em |
I can have any bitch I want, but it doesn’t mean that I have to take em |
Nobody can stop me, it’s still Heaven’s Movie |
She wanted to be around my niggas, she became a groupie |
Instead of a queen, she wanted money to enlarge her booty |
She went to the studio to rep bitch, that ain’t it you goofy |
Don’t fall in love with just money, please don’t waste your life (waste your |
life) |
It’s all gone, all of sudden you’ll love em, that’s because she was a trophy |
wife (trophy) |
Don’t fall in love with just money, please don’t waste your life (waste your |
life) |
It’s all gone, all of sudden you’ll love em, that’s because she was a trophy |
wife (trophy) |
I got the mind of a hustler, mind of a thugster, mind of a pimp |
I got the mind of a hustler, mind of a thugster, mind of a pimp |
I got the mind of a hustler, mind of a thugster, mind of a pimp |
I got the mind of a hustler, mind of a thugster, mind of a pimp |
Pick up the tech, make her break her neck, if the baguette |
Ya having money, is the only way she’ll give you respect |
I like a plain Jane Rolex, these niggas bougie keep a gun, here go my lil pump |
pump, here go my lil uzi |
Roll up the Dutchy, to the left, my puff puff pass to Tunchie |
That lil bread that you give her, is for her head and coochie |
Lil B ya moving to fast |
Wanna baby, get married so you can use me? |
A bottom bitch’s reservation is on this Moët |
Don’t think you can choose me, you want a dummy so this nigga can hit you and |
you can sue him |
You ain’t slick bitch, think you can hustle me? |
That’s why these niggas call you stupid and your struggling |
Ever clear… shot it up proof, for the truth be |
Ghetto bitches, run up affiliated up on me and Lucy (loosely) |
These niggas pussy, never let ya paper pull a bitch ya punk ya better listen to |
it… |
Don’t fall… |
(Truth be) |
Don’t fall in love with just money, please don’t waste your life (waste your |
life) |
It’s all gone, all of sudden you’ll love em, that’s because she was a trophy |
wife (trophy) |
I got the mind of a hustler, mind of a thugster, mind of a pimp |
I got the mind of a hustler, mind of a thugster, mind of a pimp |
I got the mind of a hustler, mind of a thugster, mind of a pimp |
I got the mind of a hustler, mind of a thugster, mind of a pimp |