Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Resident Evil, artist - Money Man. Album song Paranoia, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 23.05.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Black Circle, EMPIRE
Song language: English
Resident Evil |
Bricks, this shit finna kill these niggas |
Trauma Tone |
I just got a business loan from the bank, ain’t gotta pay it back |
Never ever, ever keep ya laptop where you stayin' at |
Never ever, ever keep them swipes where you layin' at |
Took her to grab a purse for half off, her ass was crazy fat |
Six foreign cars and I hid the number with the switch-a-roo |
And I still got P’s, you know my trap jump like a kangaroo |
Boy, this shit I burn right here, this shit taste like exotic fruit |
My bitch and car they came from the same place and they exotic, too |
My plug disappointed cause he know this white collar takin' off |
He better shut the fuck up 'fore I have my young nigga take him off |
And I’m on the dark web so I’m feelin' like I’m Carnage |
The way she give me brain I swear that she must be the smartest |
Bought me a computer and I no longer had hardship |
Two bitches, they finna have a ménage, I’m on some Barb shit |
The swiping, I’m doing it different, stealing from people hurt my conscience |
I just took out seven banks last week and make some profit |
Switch my internet every week, I’m plugged in with Comcast |
Stuffin' my safe with green, I filled it up just like a lawn bag |
So many chicks I can’t remember they name, I give her a name tag |
Sent a tax return through H&R Block and 20K came back |
Yeah |
Her skin so smooth |
I just can’t lose |
She wet, no lube |
Let me tie my Loubs |
She upgraded her boobs |
She sendin' me nudes |
Resident Evil, my trap house spooky |
Nigga burn loud, I don’t burn no hookah |
Order me a card, hit the mall then use it |
Smart with the shit, can’t call me stupid |
Third row SUV, it’s roomy |
All these items look like I’m moving |
Had to work out a few kinks, I’m human |
The chain on my neck make the temperature humid |
Shawty Lo racks, I be movin' them units |
Never had a beat from Metro, but I don’t give a fuck |
Never had a vouch from Dre, but nigga, I’m still rich as fuck |
On the deep web on Black Box |
Million dollar juug, that’s cake walk |
Wireless net like Straight Talk |
Rims offset on my takeoff |
Learned how to code and it paid off |
Workin' outta town, no days off |
Skin so soft, got P’s in my loft |
And I ordered some drip for me and my bitch |
Got CareCredit |
I just made ten from the strippers |
Hell nah, I ain’t no industry nigga |
Bae, come here, let me lay down with ya |
If I go to prison would you stay down with me? |
Took her outta town and you know she swipe with me |
Put her on the laptop, girl, start typin' |
Deep web drip, these niggas gon' bite it |
Every other day free racks I’m strikin' |
I seen profile that four years old |
On street these profile solid gold |
I wipe these so-called street nigga nose |
Big bottom shoes, nigga, what are those? |