Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rush Hour, artist - Moneybagg Yo.
Date of issue: 02.08.2018
Song language: English
Rush Hour |
Ayy |
Yeah, yeah |
Give me the circle yellow junt, the Chinese, Jackie Chan |
She wanna speed up |
Get her the orange and white junts |
Pop a addy, that’s a rush hour (rush hour) |
Chinese girl named Su Yung (Su Yung) |
I just gave her a nut shower (where at?) |
Turn the Yukon to a futon (ugh) |
In the trenches 'fore the show start (where?) |
Face card good, no coupon (trenches) |
These niggas feminine, crying and bleeding |
I need to start selling tampons (pussy) |
Shows after shows, money I gross |
Can’t help but ball, I was just broke |
Ain’t watch no cable, I was outdoors |
Chains Lucky Charms, big pot of gold |
She catch an attitude 'cause I ain’t fucking her |
She knew I’m in her city, but I’m ducking her |
I had to bust a move in a scuffler |
I keep a tool, never been a scuffler |
I make these rap dudes get they hustle up (hustle up) |
This a one of one, this a thumbs up |
I left some dope money in a Sun Trust |
Kush musty, arms up |
I got on water, I’m a lil' wavy |
Drippin' like gravy, you so fugazi |
Smoking Gelato, hitting like AB |
Somebody taze me, feeling lil' lazy |
She keep a nigga on standby (waiting) |
But she treat me like priority (urgent) |
She just pulled up with a gang full of hoes, it’s looking like a sorrority |
(squad) |
Whenever I don’t get the jet, I’m Delta, sky priority |
I throw me a set, got the mansion looking just like a orgy (niggas and bitches) |
We taking phones, just in case these hoes try to record me (hol' up, |
you tweaking) |
How you gon' start something? |
When you see me, you gon' try to avoid me (you |
must was geeking) |
I just might take a Perc' and then go turbo |
Turn into Boston George by my peso |
I’m really in the field like a scarecrow |
Put up the old 100's, them the retros |
Working these pounds, I got me some abs |
I feel like I’m Dexter, stay in the lab |
She cut you off, so she up for grabs |
I gave her a tab and fucked to my raps |
Hitters on go, wanna make you a ghost |
Might get mad at me if I tell 'em no |
Shop at Melrose, I’m on the West Coast |
Bitch say I look better when she got up close |
All type of shit come with this life, you don’t the half (you don’t the half) |
I’ma keep fucking this money machine, let’s do the math (I'ma stay focused, |
though) |
Why would I keep it 100 with niggas, I only get half (I only get 50) |
I’m so equipped, Cartier’s on |
Cleared my path (I can see a lil' better) |
I get legit cash at a fast route (but I just made a serve using Cash App) |
I just might sip syrup, then lash out (you know the whip mine 'cause the tags |
out. |
hey!) |
Rocking side to side on a Xan now (damn, let’s see how it pan out) |
, money in a stash house (woah, they can’t see the man now, nope) |