Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Paramount, artist - Nimic Revenue. Date of issue: 21.11.2019
Song language: English
Paramount |
| Uh, woo |
| Revenue Gang |
| AWLORN, yeah |
| (Frankie, yeah) |
| Hey, yeah |
| Uh, stars in the ceiling, on my wrist, and on my neck, ayy |
| Told 'em just be patient but they split before the check, ayy |
| They say talk is cheap, I promise I don’t owe no debts, ayy |
| They say come with it and I did, run my respect |
| Ooh, my respect, yeah |
| Niggas leaving comments 'cause they ain’t out getting commas, yeah |
| You ain’t no threat, ayy |
| Niggas leaving comments 'cause they ain’t out getting commas, yeah |
| You, you don’t make no bread (No bread) |
| Thoughts of Nimic all in your head |
| Your bitch know it too, I’m all in her bed |
| If niggas upset me, rewind what I said |
| Why they hate on me? |
| Get some commas instead (Mhm) |
| I’ll stay real 'til the day I’m dead |
| I’ll climb to the top, y’all can keep my legs |
| She wanna touch the moon, I showed her how to put her legs up |
| She know I’m a baller and this shit is just a layup |
| So baby, welcome to the game, just met the number one player |
| Sit you courtside so you know that I ain’t playin' |
| Ayy, you searchin' for me, girl, I been prayin' (I been prayin') |
| Open sesame, yeah, I’m tryna praise it (Uh) |
| These hoes obsessed with me and I know that you hate it |
| I got hoes, but baby girl, you’re my favorite |
| Uh, stars in the ceiling, on my wrist, and on my neck, ayy |
| Told 'em just be patient but they split before the check, ayy |
| They say talk is cheap, I promise I don’t owe no debts, ayy |
| They say come with it and I did, run my respect |
| Ooh, my respect, yeah |
| Niggas leaving comments 'cause they ain’t out getting commas, yeah |
| You ain’t no threat, ayy |
| Niggas leaving comments 'cause they ain’t out getting commas, yeah |
| I’ve been smoking all night and day |
| 'Bout to drown, these niggas tryna ride the wave (Drown these niggas) |
| I feel like I smoke my life away |
| I could do more than I can say (Yeah) |
| I can stuff more in my pocket, ayy |
| This trap, I did pop yesterday |
| Silent moves, yeah, they all wanna investigate |
| But they got a reason to feel this way |
| Look how fat my pocket is |
| I was one inch off, and I knocked it in |
| Got in my hours, I clocked 'em in |
| Got a new gun, restocked again |
| He flexin', then we robbin' him |
| They new, then we coppin' them |
| It’s Revenue Gang, no stoppin' them |
| Frankie the plug, go shop with him (Yeah) |
| Uh, stars in the ceiling, on my wrist, and on my neck, ayy |
| Told 'em just be patient but they split before the check, ayy |
| They say talk is cheap, I promise I don’t owe no debts, ayy |
| They say come with it and I did, run my respect |
| Ooh, my respect, yeah (My respect) |
| Niggas leaving comments 'cause they ain’t out getting commas, yeah |
| You ain’t no threat, ayy |
| Niggas leaving comments 'cause they ain’t out getting commas, yeah |