Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 5 BUCKS , by - KIL. Release date: 09.09.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
5 BUCKS |
| Uh huh, uh huh |
| Five dollar, dollars |
| Uh huh, uh huh |
| Missed call from my pops, iPod, and eyedrops |
| I got like five bucks to buy pot, I might cop |
| She wanna kick it, like Tae Kwon Do, I might just pipe up |
| I want that paper, not essays I type up |
| Stack up my fucks that I give, you ain’t got shit |
| I’m honest to God, catch this fade, like lacrosse sticks |
| Empty them pockets, and the wallets, and them dollars |
| In a Chevy Impala, when I’m runnin' up where ya' mom live |
| Knock knock, better walk up, if you got guns, better pop them |
| Test my luck, and you might just end up in that coffin |
| Items and items, but I must not buy them |
| You see me, you frightened, so you might just hide them |
| Talk is so cheap, but my voice be Designer |
| You rocking them white T’s, no «Hey There Delilah» |
| You thinking like, «How can I get up inside her?» |
| She public as fuck, but her hands on my privates |
| I got five bucks, what you tryna buy with it? |
| I got four seats if you tryna ride with me |
| Three tabs to the brain, now my mind trippy |
| And two blunts to the dome, all in one sitting |
| I got five bucks, what you tryna buy with it? |
| I got four seats if you tryna ride with me |
| Three tabs to the brain, now my mind trippy |
| And two blunts to the dome, all in one sitting |
| Okay, stop the beat, you probably cop a G, a lotta seeds |
| Your shawty prolly swallow me and gimme brain psychology |
| They call me Andrew Carnegie the way I steal monopoly |
| And talk is cheap, so often I be coppin' off the block and street |
| Your shawty I demolish on her noggin and I’m knocking down your door |
| I’m walking, and I’m prolly gonna make deposits |
| Pause it- |
| Okay, I pop out like a possum, I’m dumping bodies like Boston Harbor |
| Walking jagged, like drunken party-hoppers with Cardi bottles |
| I’m Johnny Bravo, got black all up on my body armor |
| Got them bitches sweaty, like after hours of Molly-water |
| I got five bucks, what you tryna buy with it? |
| I got four seats if you tryna ride with me |
| Three tabs to the brain, now my mind trippy |
| And two blunts to the dome, all in one sitting |
| I got five bucks, what you tryna buy with it? |
| I got four seats if you tryna ride with me |
| Three tabs to the brain, now my mind trippy |
| And two blunts to the dome, all in one sitting |
| Cash rules everything around me |
| Cream get the money |
| Five dollar bill y’all |
| Cash rules everything around me |
| Cream get the money |
| Five dollar bill y’all |
| Cash rules everything around me |
| Cream get the money |
| Five dollar bill y’all |
| Cash rules everything around me |
| Cream get the money |
| Five dollar bill y’all |