Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song We International, artist - Freeway. Date of issue: 23.08.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
We International |
| 4−5-4 we international |
| Free way know, we all about the dough |
| Hustle every day, thats all I really know |
| Streets on lock, give them what they ask for |
| 454 and I ain’t talking bout a chevy |
| Out of left field and you fakes ain’t ready |
| 2 months in and the name so heavy |
| No albums out, we already got feiddy |
| Your girl wear coach, my grl wear fendi |
| Say what you want cuz you still talkin pennies |
| I pop gold bottles and you still buying Remy |
| You say theres a drought, but we still got plenty |
| I know what it do cuz I been thru prison |
| 454 chain got your girl attention |
| 50 thou wow tucked in my true religions |
| Money stacked high that its blocking my vision |
| We add, we multiply, then we do division |
| 200 on a lawyer, bet I bet the system |
| From Cali to Philly, we dont do no snitchin' |
| As real as it gets, all you have to do is listen |
| Free appear in a Bent, disappear in a breeze |
| Flow cocky, wrist zero degrees |
| With some model chicks so thick you can compare them to eve |
| But they gona listen. |
| leave them apples and pears on the trees |
| You think about dissin us, they told you can touch us |
| Thats an error, we aiir, we dare ya to breathe |
| It might be in ur best interest to go |
| Matter fact if you move another inch ima sqeeze |
| 454 is in the building with free |
| We get dough plenty of cheese |
| Repp for the vietnamese |
| This is free money, say it with me |
| Free money playing for keeps |
| Make ladies stay on their knees |
| Model bitches always stay on the scene |
| Cuz when im done they know im trying to put thang in them jeans |
| Freezer talk reckless on them records dont I, so y won’t I. |
| Tell them haters DUU MAAAA. |
| Im too raw for the hataz |
| Maybe thats y they hate us |
| Out to get paper |
| Born to be the greatest |
| Rollin with the hustlas |
| Now pack it up and sell it |
| Ridin with the gangstas and everyone of them felons |
| We world wide |
| Down in the slums up in the hills |
| One thing we all feel |
| Is the mighty dollar bill |
| Ima be real |
| We the truth in the streets |
| So believe wat I say |
| Cuz its the truth when I speak |
| Money motivated |
| Streets dedicated |
| Grind like a tweekers teeth |
| Thats how I made it |
| Harder then an arubics cube |
| But ain’t no square dudes here |
| Tight circle a mad one tad blunt illest |
| Cap peelers and hoes feelin this |
| Toast til ya host the most, ha, ya feelin it |
| 2 striker, still livin that life |
| Mo money, mo problems |
| Mo cases then sampsonite |