Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Everywhere, artist - Curren$y. Album song Canal Street Confidential, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 03.12.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Atlantic
Song language: English
Everywhere |
Yeah, smokin', eh, eh |
Everywhere the money go, them bitches gon' follow |
Everywhere the money go, them bitches gon' follow |
(Sucka ass nigga thinking its all 'bout you… You a fool) |
Yeah, yeah, yeah |
Everywhere the money go, them bitches gon' follow |
Everywhere the money go, them bitches gon' follow |
She only lovin' on the dollars |
Pull up in the '62 Impala, smelling like that California fire |
My girl, my smoke, both exotic, my flow is straight dope narcotics |
I’m watching Narcos in the Audi, not my shit but a bad bitch driving |
Eight seven on the I-10, used to be a mule flying in products in from the |
islands |
Buy a nigga anything, he want two 15's in the trunk homeboy, I’m stylin' |
Riding by them, fake niggas dont like him |
Real ones get inspired |
By him, cause they know I climbed out the mud and got it |
Cause they know I came out the dirt polished, hella racks in my pocket |
Everywhere the money go, them bitches gon' follow |
Everywhere the money go, them bitches gon' follow |
She only lovin' on the dollars |
Watch her, baby girl diggin' in yo pockets, when you not watching |
Focused on the cash and not the ass, some my niggas spend, some I stash |
When the summer end the furs attack, Minks is full length I let 'em drag |
Cross the marble floor, I money dance, Ice blocks is piling on my hand |
Watch is like the Vegas strip, I made it bitch |
Underground, so I understand what its like to feel like being slept on for real |
Watch 'em change face when the money peel, the game is cold, stainless steel |
Unforgiven, no kidding, straight business making a killing |
They want you dead because of how you livin' |
Bitches giving you head cause the car you driven |
We stars my nigga, they starving nigga |
It’s hard my nigga, let god be with us, we in the trenches stacking riches |
Stand two steps ahead of them gold diggers |
I was shown by them older niggas |
That’s why I’m colder than ya |
I’m a high roller nigga, I swear it’s like I’m frozen in here |
Polar bear chills ballin' at will, too much dope out here to stand still |