Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fa Sho, artist - Meek Mill. Album song Cream, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 09.07.2015
Record label: Velocity
Song language: English
Fa Sho |
I be getting money fucking hoes |
Hundred bands on me everywhere I go |
Lot of things on me everywhere I go |
If you on the other side, then you got to go |
Bruce Lee Roy, I got the glow |
Diamonds dancing in my chain it come from Joe |
Hundred bands on me everywhere I go |
Lot of niggas hating but they keep it on the low |
I keep my bitch in Celine that’s fa sho |
I keep my bitch in Vera Wang, that’s fa sho |
I keep my hittas on the plane, that’s fa sho |
And the streets know my names, that’s fa sho, sho |
I’ve been getting money on the low |
Type of nigga buy a Birken for your hoe |
Hundred thousand on me everywhere I go |
Bought a Range just to drive it in the snow |
Fuck you, niggas, talking shit is lit |
Riding dirty got the chopper in the Bent |
Got your baby momma trying to get a flick |
Now nigga, tell your baby momma fuck up off my dick |
I’m just cooling with my young niggas |
She in the VIP with all these drug dealers |
Acting like she never fucked with you |
And she told me that you a fuck nigga |
When you popping like we popping, my nigga, ain’t no laying low |
Mixing that Givenchy with Valentino camo |
Fuck on the air mattress all in the bando |
Dabbing like I’m Cam tho |
Touchdown, yeah, hoe |
I be getting money fucking hoes |
Hundred bands on me everywhere I go |
Lot of things on me everywhere I go |
If you on the other side then you got to go |
Bruce Lee Roy, I got the glow |
Diamonds dancing in my chain it come from Joe |
Hundred bands on me everywhere I go |
Lot of niggas hating but they keep it on the low |
I keep my bitch in Celine, that’s fa sho |
I keep my bitch in Vera Wang, that’s fa sho |
I keep my hittas on the plane, that’s fa sho |
And the streets know my name, that’s fa sho, sho |
Yea, mobbing at the clear port |
Richard Mille all plain like the airport |
Therefore I am flyer than an air force |
Looking devilish I pull up in that red Porsche |
Now we got your bitch up on the money train |
I heard she fucking what’s his name and what’s his name |
We only know your wifey by her Twitter name |
I only pop the perc, so I don’t feel the pain |
Feel the pain, feel the pain, make them feel the flame |
All these corny niggas winning, I don’t know who to blame |
But maybe its the internet, I’ve been busy counting money, you should do the |
same |
Every nigga 'round me got a body |
Shorty with me trying to kick it like karate |
In my DM acting thirsty, word to Gotti |
And it be going down when I pull up to the party |
I be getting money fucking hoes |
Hundred bands on me everywhere I go |
Lot of things on me everywhere I go |
If you on the other side then you got to go |
Bruce Lee Roy, I got the glow |
Diamonds dancing in my chain it come from Joe |
Hundred bands on me everywhere I go |
Lot of niggas hating but they keep it on the low |
I keep my bitch in Celine, that’s fa sho |
I keep my bitch in Vera Wang, that’s fa sho |
I keep my hittas on the plane, that’s fa sho |
And the streets know my names, that’s fa sho, sho |
I’m still balling, money still calling |
I’m on my eighth Rollie, niggas still talking |
Flood the whole band, it look like real water |
Ticket after ticket I feel like I’m will calling |
Niggas hating on me, I don’t feel for 'em |
'Cause my South Philly niggas kill at will for 'em |
And my North Philly niggas do the drill for 'em |
The lawyers paid nigga made me spend a mil on 'em, pussy! |
Blow the motherfucking money on these niggas |
I be getting money fucking hoes |
Hundred bands on me everywhere I go |
Lot of things on me everywhere I go |
If you on the other side then you got to go |
Bruce Lee Roy, I got the glow |
Diamonds dancing in my chain it come from Joe |
Hundred bands on me everywhere I go |
Lot of niggas hating but they keep it on the low |
I keep my bitch in Celine, that’s fa sho |
I keep my bitch in Vera Wang, that’s fa sho |
I keep my hittas on the plane, that’s fa sho |
And the streets know my names, that’s fa sho, sho |