| I’m whippin' the ship, my car extraterrestrial
|
| Drop me a hit and then turn up a festival
|
| My chick, she bad and confused, she bisexual
|
| Stars in the Wraith got it looking celestial
|
| Thick like a stallion, she ride like equestrian
|
| My vibe is Black mixed with Arab and Mexican
|
| Invested in futures, made millions from Amazon
|
| R.I.P. |
| Nip, I be burning on Marathon
|
| Don’t need a bat, but I hit her like Barry Bonds
|
| My pockets straight, so I don’t need a title pawn
|
| Grow my own veggies, my yard is like Callaway
|
| Breaking down zaza, I’m selling ten pounds a day
|
| Rest in peace to all my niggas who passed away
|
| Internet jugging, I know this the faster way
|
| Clientele coming, they driving from miles away
|
| Told my plug hurry up, I need it right away
|
| Hit her DM, «Can you come catch a flight today?»
|
| Live to the fullest, I probably can die today
|
| I got that drip like a motherfuckin' tidal wave
|
| I’m a truth-seeker, so please do not lie to me
|
| Hit from the back, I’ma fuck up her vertebrae
|
| ATV, I’ma go ride on the dirt today
|
| When we in bed, she gon' drip, she gon' squirt away
|
| Bust me a jugg in the coupe and then skrrt away
|
| Car push-to-start, I do not have to turn a key
|
| If you kill me, they gon' wipe out your family tree
|
| Finna take over, but I had to plan this shit
|
| Put her through college, I got my own scholarship
|
| Dropping these hits, but I don’t get acknowledgement
|
| Dropping these gems, gotta put on my fellowship
|
| Ain’t got no class or no motherfuckin' elegance
|
| Damn, she so sexy, she pretty and delicate
|
| I’m whippin' the ship, my car extraterrestrial
|
| Drop me a hit and then turn up a festival
|
| My chick, she bad and confused, she bisexual
|
| Stars in the Wraith got it looking celestial
|
| Thick like a stallion, she ride like equestrian
|
| My vibe is Black mixed with Arab and Mexican
|
| Invested in futures, made millions from Amazon
|
| R.I.P. |
| Nip, I be burning on Marathon
|
| Natural high, I do not have to medicate
|
| Me and my Glock got a bond, we don’t separate
|
| Financial money course, sit down and educate
|
| Go do a drill on the opps and then celebrate
|
| Go do a drill on the opps just to demonstrate
|
| Ran up that bag, now my motherfuckin' mama straight
|
| Disrespect something that I cannot tolerate
|
| Country boy coming to shop way from out of state
|
| We know you soft, nigga, quit all that acting tough
|
| Knew you was broke 'cause your money ain’t adding up
|
| I’m in the traphouse, I’m bagging some zaza up
|
| Do what I want, nigga, I do not give a fuck
|
| J Roc, he with me, we whipping a Bentley truck
|
| COVID done hit, so these lil' niggas sick as fuck
|
| Stacking all day, now my bank account big as fuck
|
| Two different strains, I’ma motherfuckin' mix 'em up
|
| I’m whippin' the ship, my car extraterrestrial
|
| Drop me a hit and then turn up a festival
|
| My chick, she bad and confused, she bisexual
|
| Stars in the Wraith got it looking celestial
|
| Thick like a stallion, she ride like equestrian
|
| My vibe is Black mixed with Arab and Mexican
|
| Invested in futures, made millions from Amazon
|
| R.I.P. |
| Nip, I be burning on Marathon
|
| Don’t need a bat, but I hit her like Barry Bonds
|
| My pockets straight, so I don’t need a title pawn
|
| Grow my own veggies, my yard is like Callaway
|
| Breaking down zaza, I’m selling ten pounds a day
|
| Rest in peace to all my niggas who passed away
|
| Internet jugging, I know this the faster way
|
| Clientele coming, they driving from miles away
|
| Told my plug hurry up, I need it right away |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Amazon , by - Money Man. Song from the album Epidemic, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп