Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bright Stones, artist - CGBDate of issue: 22.10.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bright Stones |
| Imma get mine |
| Imma shine bright |
| I been getting money |
| Imma spend it right, yeah |
| All black Trues in my Off-Whites |
| We know how to live |
| Lil bitch, party every night, yeah |
| Said I can’t even lift my wrist |
| My ice on |
| Said I can’t even see my wrist |
| Got bright stones |
| I can’t even lift my wrist |
| My ice on |
| Bright stones, got bright stones, yeah |
| Said I can’t even lift my wrist |
| My ice on |
| Said I can’t even see my wrist |
| Got bright stones |
| I can’t even lift my wrist |
| My ice on |
| Bright stones, bright stones |
| Yo, yo |
| Yeah, I just got in my bag |
| Yeah, I just picked up my cheque |
| I got som gold on my tooth |
| I got some gold on my neck |
| Imma go flood a Patek |
| I wrot this when I was broke |
| I just woke up to some dough |
| Ain’t gotta worry ‘bout debt |
| I just gotta fix up my flow |
| I gotta book me a show, dawg, damn |
| I got my bros on the road |
| Ain’t gotta worry ‘bout hoes, nah |
| I keep a real one with me |
| Yeah she keep me on my toes, dawg |
| These birdies blowing up my phone |
| They tryna link up at my home |
| Imma go link up my bros, yeah |
| Sorry, I gotta go ghost |
| Baby girl, I’m in my bag |
| So you gotta be patient |
| Promise I’ll get you that bag |
| I’m working, not on vacation |
| Yeah, my spot been vacant |
| I ain’t really need to play this |
| VS1 on my necklace |
| Yeah, I really got paid shit, damn |
| Said I can’t even lift my wrist |
| My ice on |
| Said I can’t even see my wrist |
| Got bright stones |
| I can’t even lift my wrist |
| My ice on |
| Bright stones, got bright stones, yeah |
| Said I can’t even lift my wrist |
| My ice on |
| Said I can’t even see my wrist |
| Got bright stones |
| I can’t even lift my wrist |
| My ice on |
| Bright stones, bright stones |
| Yeah, yeah |
| Chains on Skateboard P, yeah |
| Nize it with that talking |
| Know some hitters that might delete ya |
| I ain’t ‘bout no long talks |
| You best not make me repeat shit |
| Nize it with that capping |
| You ain’t rapping, you’re just reaching |
| If you’re tryna go blind |
| Just take a little look at my wrist |
| Went thru hell and back |
| Just to put little ice on my fist |
| Went thru hell and back |
| Just to put some Michael Kors on my bitch |
| Now Imma flip ‘n reinvest the bread |
| Buy my dukes a new crib |
| They said I couldn’t do it |
| Imma prove em wrong, yeah |
| Imma get these units moving |
| Imma do it all on my own, yeah |
| Boss man, I’m who they call, yeah |
| Stacking, my money tall, yeah |
| Can’t Go Broke |
| Cause bitch, I was born to ball, yeah |
| Said I can’t even lift my wrist |
| My ice on |
| Said I can’t even see my wrist |
| Got bright stones |
| I can’t even lift my wrist |
| My ice on |
| Bright stones, got bright stones, yeah |
| Said I can’t even lift my wrist |
| My ice on |
| Said I can’t even see my wrist |
| Got bright stones |
| I can’t even lift my wrist |
| My ice on |
| Bright stones, bright stones |