Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Invest in Me , by - Kiing RodRelease date: 28.11.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Invest in Me |
| Oh baby run these bands up |
| You calling for this cash, better answer |
| Talking like you want this bag huh? |
| Well show me something I won’t pass up |
| Cash in my wallet, tired niggas speaking on my pockets |
| Why I gotta find it if I got it, no time if you ain’t making deposits |
| Why you worried about me but not running a check |
| Soft ten bands on my fit got you wet |
| Back to back foreigns, 2 hunnid to the floor |
| When we slidin' to your city, better tuck your new hoe |
| Bands in the safe, god damn watch it grow |
| Why yo mans got a job, god damn let him go |
| Broke ass niggas won’t ever keep yo hoe |
| When I drive down the block with these new Lambo doors |
| Feeling Rockstar, slappin' new Post Malone |
| Up in Hollywood Hills with the gang, not alone |
| Cookies to the face, still dreaming of that Wraith |
| Ima bust down a Rolie when this check his my face |
| Running up a check, steady touching new steak |
| Blue hunnids at her ass got me eating hella steak |
| Crazy in the head, just trying to keep it straight |
| But she know what to do, I keep my bitch in her place |
| Oh baby run these bands up |
| You calling for this cash, better answer |
| Talking like you want this bag huh? |
| Well show me something I won’t pass up |
| Cash in my wallet, tired niggas speaking on my pockets |
| (Aye it’s Philthy nigga) Why I gotta find it if I got it, no time if you ain’t |
| making deposits |
| Niggas ain’t solid, bitches ain’t loyal |
| He might got a Rolie on, but he ain’t royal |
| Bust down grill, no this ain’t foil |
| Sippin no that ain’t oil |
| The engine on the scraper in the blue coil |
| Train is slipping and it ran out of oil |
| If you in the streets, get some life insurance |
| Niggas playing for keeps if you liking this |
| I’m really from the east, don’t slide through if you nervous |
| See, I promote peace, but if you trippin', it’s murder |
| Free all my niggas locked up, fighting the murder |
| Put a body down, and get ready to burn em |
| Good looking out put your nigga on a lick or two |
| She buggin out, that’s what the good dick’ll do |
| To be real, I regret putting my dick in you |
| I did the best that I can by uplifting you |
| Oh baby run these bands up |
| You calling for this cash, better answer |
| Talking like you want this bag huh? |
| Well show me something I won’t pass up |
| Cash in my wallet, tired niggas speaking on my pockets |
| Why I gotta find it if I got it, no time if you ain’t making deposits |