Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lost, artist - Money Man. Album song 6 Hours 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 16.06.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Black Circle, EMPIRE
Song language: English
Lost |
Pressure all in my loft |
Steady gettin' this shit off |
At first I was lost |
Then I got me some crops |
She give ass on the top |
I got shooters who watch and alerted |
When they aim it’s precise and it’s perfect |
When I go in she feeling it perfect |
NBA money I need a jersey |
Kickin' shit in the penthouse that’s furnished |
She came over we fucked on the furniture |
I woke up and I shot at a burglar |
I be hanging with felons and murderers |
Keep my name out ya mouth or we burnin' you |
Send the addy we pull up and serve you |
Hit stick |
Plottin' on niggas we sinister |
Just sold a bag to a minister |
I wanna feel on your curvature |
My lil bih from Decatur she savage |
But she pretty and keep a lil ratchet |
Keep a weedman, just show me yo factory |
Sippin' drank I ain' sippin' on daiquiri |
All this swipin' increasing my salary |
Different cities I took this shit national |
She say please come in go in my vaginal |
Fendi jogger my outfit be casual |
Gucci headband but no I’m not hoopin' |
Niggas push up on us then they stupid |
They ain’t hip to the dawg, well they clueless |
Bought a stick and I know I’ma use it |
Me and my niggas on the same page |
We talkin' on the phone we use code names |
White bitch same color cocaine |
We ain’t fuck around with no lames |
On my left hand 4 rangs |
All these blues ain’t no change |
Even with the money I won’t change |
Even with the fame I’m humble |
One way ticket out to Humboldt |
All these racks I need two vaults |
Shout out my niggas in Duval |
Free all my niggas behind the wall |
Wish I could burn one with all of y’all |
Wish y’all had no time at all |
There’s money out here and I’ma find it all |
I’ma go fill up this Louis duffle |
4 years ago I still struggled |
Now I gotta sack and I’m still hustlin' |
My lil youngin' gonna kill somethin' |
Heard your mixtape I ain’t feel nothin' |
The streets I ain’t trust for real |
Need an M before I sign a deal |
Seen a scale and it gave me chills |
Remember just keep it real |
Pressure all in my loft |
Steady gettin' this shit off |
At first I was lost |
Then I got me some crops |
She give ass on the top |
I got shooters who watch and alerted |
When they aim it’s precise and it’s perfect |
When I go in she feeling it perfect |
NBA money I need a jersey |
Kickin' shit in the penthouse that’s furnished |
She came over we fucked on the furniture |
I woke up and I shot at a burglar |
I be hanging with felons and murderers |
Keep my name out ya mouth or we burnin' you |
Send the addy we pull up and serve you |
Hit stick |
Plottin' on niggas we sinister |
Just sold a bag to a minister |
I wanna feel on your curvature |
My lil bih from Decatur she savage |
But she pretty and keep a lil ratchet |
Keep a weedman, just show me yo factory |
Sippin' drank I ain' sippin' on daiquiri |