Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song My Word , by - Chasethemoney. Release date: 30.10.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
My Word |
| That’s the sauce, four ounce |
| I’mma pour this shit out, uh, yeah |
| That’s my word, uh |
| Get it to work, hop in the whip and skrrt out |
| Yeah, uh, popped two perkies then get lost |
| Fucking up the climate with the exhuast |
| Now, woah, that’s my word, uh |
| Get it to work, hop in the whip and skrrt out |
| Yeah, woah |
| Not too many like me |
| Bitches on my dick, you can check their IG |
| Your ho so legit, but she can’t be my wife |
| I put the lean on ice, I put the perc in the Sprite |
| We going up, we going up, we going up with the |
| Ride in the fast car, treat the bitch like a Nascar |
| Racking Gucci and Goyard, playing bitches like basketball |
| Ride with the team like Dontai, oh |
| Fuck with the gang, you bound to fall |
| I’m with the lean and percs and all |
| We talk about money, we stand it up |
| That’s the sauce, four ounce |
| I’mma pour this shit out, uh, yeah |
| That’s my word, uh |
| Get it to work, hop in the whip and skrrt out |
| Yeah, uh, popped two perkies then get lost |
| Fucking up the climate with the exhuast |
| Now, woah, that’s my word, uh |
| Get it to work, hop in the whip and skrrt out (Skrrt, yeah, woah) |
| I skrrt’ed out (Skrrt'ed out) |
| Fuck all the clout, a nigga get popped for word of mouth (Word of mouth) |
| I let your girl, her sister, her momma come clean up the house (Come clean up |
| the house) |
| 60 fit in the penthouse, sleep they gon' sleep on the mountain (Sleep on the |
| mountain) |
| I gotta cover my fingers and now the machine gotta count it (Count it) |
| Hop in the two-door Audi (Audi) |
| Bangers like Bobby and Rowdy (Rowdy) |
| All of your diamonds are clouty (Clouty) |
| I got some family attire (Attire) |
| Play with that money (Play with that money) |
| I heard you down like a bounty (Huh) |
| A lot of blue hunnids (A lot of blue hunnids) |
| I know a plug with attire (Plug) |
| Fendi garments, your ho want it, ain’t got no stylist |
| Only foreigns, and my keys, they all wireless (Wireless) |
| She say she boring, but I be thinking her life wildin' (Wildin') |
| They see me coming (Coming), when I landed it was private (Private) |
| I wear Louis V so I feel godly (Godly) |
| Ice all on my wrist and they gon' hope I don’t catch a body (A body) |
| Drip on me, my boss’ll be Versace (Versace) |
| Young ho not so saucy, Teriyaki |
| That’s the sauce, four ounce |
| I’mma pour this shit out, uh, yeah |
| That’s my word, uh |
| Get it to work, hop in the whip and skrrt out |
| Yeah, uh, popped two perkies then get lost |
| Fucking up the climate with the exhuast |
| Now, woah, that’s my word, uh |
| Get it to work, hop in the whip and skrrt out |
| Yeah, woah |