Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Where You Been, artist - Mike WiLL Made It. Album song Been Trill, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 22.12.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Made-It Mafia
Song language: English
Where You Been |
I keep my hoes in check, you buy Nike for yours |
Say they want that loud, I’mma bring that noise |
Check my watch on a flight, yeah, I call that airtime |
Murk 'em in the middle of the street, that gon' be his deadline |
Yeah, you gon' respect mine, got a body on my Tec-9 |
Say you nobody 'till somebody gon' body you, flatline |
Pocket full of dead guys and you know I’m anti |
Anti-social, anti-lame, but ain’t I cool nigga, ain’t I? |
You looking at a star that’s spaced out |
Trying to take my style then take off |
I go to work with no days off, everything all paid off |
Shawty pussy hair shaved off and she did it just for me, nigga |
Would skip you like a spacebar, but I much rather delete niggas |
I been getting money, where the fuck you been? |
I been getting money, where the fuck you been? |
I been getting money, where the fuck you been? |
I been getting money, where the fuck you been? |
Bought a new crib just to fuck you in |
Bought a new crib just to fuck you in |
Bought a new crib just to fuck you in |
I been getting to the money, where the fuck you been? |
Gucci hat (Gucci hat), Gucci belt |
If you wrote a autobiography, you’d have to sue yourself |
Yo' lying ass, codeine in my wine glass |
I know you had a wild past, I ain’t fucked you in a while with yo' wild ass |
I get high and I fly past, I don’t know nothing 'bout iChat |
I’m working this iPhone, they need an app called iTrap |
I trap, shining like a night lamp |
I just hit my girlfriend and asked her where her wife at |
White cup, white hat, laying on a white couch |
Got that presidential in a residential white house |
Nigga saying «who?» |
(who) like a white owl |
You can see me shinin' (shinin') with the light out, come on |
I been getting money, where the fuck you been? |
I been getting money, where the fuck you been? |
I been getting money, where the fuck you been? |
I been getting money, where the fuck you been? |
Bought a new crib just to fuck you in |
Bought a new crib just to fuck you in |
Bought a new crib just to fuck you in |
I been getting to the money, where the fuck you been? |
Verse 3: |
Turn five to a ten to a twenty to fifty |
To hundred, my niggas get money, I want it |
Ride through the city, my niggas got choppers |
My bitch, she’s so pretty, that’s my Pocahontas |
Everything on me, I shine like a trophy |
Run up a check while they watch out for police |
Versace my pinky, a brick on my Rollie |
That Cali Ferrari, I’m feeling like Kobe |
T-R-U, that’s to the death of me, nigga |
Killers on the right and left of me, nigga |
My destiny, nigga, to get all this money |
I can’t, I can’t share that whole recipe with ya |
My nigga told me «Get 'em, get it?» |
I got 'em |
Stand on that couch and just drink out the bottle |
That .40 got hollows, that bitch, she gon' swallow |
Get to that money, I’m King of Chicago |
Bought a new crib just to fuck you in |
Bought that Benz just to fuck your friends |
Giuseppe’s 900 with the gold bars |
Everything about me raw like a dope charge |
I been getting money, where the fuck you been? |
I been getting money, where the fuck you been? |
I been getting money, where the fuck you been? |
I been getting money, where the fuck you been? |
Bought a new crib just to fuck you in |
Bought a new crib just to fuck you in |
Bought a new crib just to fuck you in |
I been getting to the money, where the fuck you been? |