Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Westbrook, 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
Westbrook |
Made her orgasm, now she coming |
I just want a plug who got cheap numbers |
Riding in a Vette, doing donuts like Dunkin’s |
Riding in a Ghost, my car got summoned |
Underarm kush, smell musty like a onion |
Nigga, I’ma shark, these niggas be guppies |
I’ma drop the price for all my buddies |
All the plays got my pockets real chubby |
I was in school, had weed in my cubby |
Ride round the city juug car in the cutty |
Exotic bags coming by the God damn dozen |
Polluting my soul, my cup be muddy |
Hop out shooting, watch these niggas get to ducking |
And I got chips like motherfucking Ruffles |
Green from the Westbrook, nigga, no Russell |
Bae, you look good in them got damn tights |
You the type of bitch I’ll fuck all night |
I’m the type of nigga that trap all night |
I’ma trap 'til I see daylight |
Shawty so bad, she the girl of my dreams |
Ticket so low met the plug of my dreams |
And I got online million dollar schemes |
Colorado Mountains, I be playing with skis |
Niggas ain’t know about playin' with T |
Them swipe cards, diamonds swimmin' and cheese |
Running to the racks, nigga, I’m in the lead |
Rolling up pressure in a fronto leaf |
Swipe and let me get a iPhone X, please |
Then I’ll resell for some of them, peep |
Then I go reinvest it in them P’s |
Lil' mama interested in me |
Probably just interested in racks |
I’ma bend her over and hit her from the back |
I was broke as hell I was living in a shack |
NFL money, now a nigga got a sack |
These niggas lame, no Tierra, they wack |
Niggas, they be dirty, they’ll shoot you in the back |
I’ma aim the FN at a nigga cap |
Re-up in these desert had to learn to use a map, yeah |
Fuck me good girl, you can get a purse |
Give me one second, let me eat this Perc' |
Lost three packs, but it could’ve been worse |
Bad country bitch and I think she a nurse |
Bad city bitch, she a real big flirt |
Twenty for a show, better know my worth |
Been through it all, you don’t know my hurt |
Made her orgasm, now she coming |
I just want a plug who got cheap numbers |
Riding in a Vette, doing donuts like Dunkin’s |
Riding in a Ghost, my car got summoned |
Underarm kush, smell musty like a onion |
Nigga, I’ma shark, these niggas be guppies |
I’ma drop the price for all my buddies |
All the plays got my pockets real chubby |
I was in school, had weed in my cubby |
Ride round the city juug car in the cutty |
Exotic bags coming by the God damn dozen |
Polluting my soul, my cup be muddy |
Hop out shooting, watch these niggas get to ducking |
And I got chips like motherfucking Ruffles |
Green from the Westbrook, nigga, no Russell |
Clean-ass nigga, my money be dirty |
And you know a nigga stay fresh like Doug E |
10K fit, hell nah, I ain’t ducking |
I ain’t going for it, lil' nigga, I’m bustin' |
Grew up in the hood, yeah, nigga had it rough it |
Overnight a car, yeah, nigga, I’ma rush ya |
I was broke as hell, I was riding in a bucket |
Now every bitch I come across fucking |
Red Roof Inn, I served three niggas |
Ran too fast and I had to take a picture |
Every year a nigga get more and more richer |
Eating real good, my bitches got thicker |
Had to get the penthouse over on Brickell |
And I’m busting bails down at the La Quinta |
Bought a S6 for my lil' sisters |
Love these cars, I’ma run it up quicker |