Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Economics, artist - Caskey. Album song Generation, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.07.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cash Money
Song language: English
Economics |
Smokin' on the chronic leaf now, oh |
They just wanna turn me down, oh |
Ayy, ayy, I came on two blunts of that lethal chronic |
Did what I had to do for economic |
Don’t know what this life would be like without it |
But you know that they try to doubt us |
And they just wanna turn me down, oh |
But that shit never work out, oh |
Hey, 'cause I’m smokin' on that big bag, drop the top |
The Lamborghini push start, then it stop |
Posted at the hotel, we travel a lot |
Promise that I won’t tell, we gon' flood the block |
They ain’t answer |
So I kicked down the door, you know they see me knockin' |
My jeans ain’t Balmain, but we still be robbin' |
Ain’t from Chicago, we got nothin' in common |
So let me know if it’s gon' be a problem |
We turnin' up 'cause we be on lots of dope |
Last time I checked, she was in it for the coke |
These days, women got a different type of motives |
I’m twenty-four, but this here a forty |
And I’m screamin', they can’t turn me down, oh |
'cause that shit never work out, oh |
Yeah, I came on two big old blunts of that loud shit |
Every time I hit the scene, change the outfit |
Don’t know what this life would be like without it |
But you know that they try to doubt us |
I’m smokin' on that chronic leaf now, oh |
They just wanna turn me down (oh) |
Ayy, but this shit is goin' up |
This shit should be called «deaf,» that’s lethal chronic |
Did what I had to do for economics |
Sixteen years old, dime bag stuffed in my wallet |
We can’t cut no deals, we tryna turn a profit |
Left out the spot, I got jays on my phone now |
I got a knot, it get head like my own |
Workin' so much, all my hoes startin' to trip, yeah |
So please don’t call me up, I’m tryna get it, yeah |
She got no business runnin' up the minutes, this shit no gimmick |
Should’ve set up shop in New Orleans, he ain’t got no limits |
Man, y’all play too much, I’m over-scrimmaged |
They won’t let us in the door, all we want is spinach |
Yeah, bitch, I got jays on my phone, brr, brr |
Have to answer when they call (ayy) |
And I got that forty on me, we don’t like to brawl, (ayy) |
And I’m in her mouth so much, she done broke her jaw, yeah |
Ayy, I came on two blunts of that lethal chronic |
Did what I had to do for economic |
Don’t know what this life would be like without it |
But you know that they try to doubt us |
Smokin' on the chronic leaf now, oh |
They just wanna turn me down, yeah, oh |
I’m smokin' on that chronic leaf now |