Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fortune Teller, artist - NoCap. Date of issue: 17.02.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Fortune Teller |
| She don’t want Burberry say she want Celine |
| My niggas the reason detective on the crime scene |
| Is you gone come outside or you gone hide when it’s pressure |
| I don’t need a stylist, hundred thousand in my dresser |
| That money will turn your friends to enemies |
| They ain’t tell us but I want a fortune |
| No one around but I still here voices, brand new AP |
| Money don’t make me, money don’t make me dawg |
| Brand new top speed, my car and my hoe look better when the top come off |
| Thought you wanted me winning, I thought you would smile didn’t think that you |
| face would fall |
| Fucked up in the trenches |
| I gotta thank God cause shit so different now |
| I thought about venting |
| But shawty might go put all my business out |
| Put a scope on it, that’s more aim, no toothbrush, no mouthwash |
| Nigga where was you when I need shoes, I was posted in the drug house |
| One of me, a hundred of y’all |
| I was taught to never back down |
| This niggas gotta kill me before they play me |
| Fifty in my clip like Curtis, all them youngins know is murder |
| I got money that’s for certain |
| It ain’t nun to turn them dirt |
| I try with my heart first |
| Then I try my brain it work |
| Grinding like I’m Tony Hawk, stacking this green like Larry Bird |
| Never at peace, I got love in the streets, whenever I turn it be hugging the |
| curve |
| Tru got it right he just post on the dead end |
| Fuck the game but I’m having my head in |
| Three hundred thousand on the Urus |
| No insurance on my jewelry |
| Hope them demons let me go like Takeoff |
| Need 60K to hit Lure like Adolph |
| Old Mac 11 when I’m in Atlanta like Trey Young |
| Came from nothing nigga remember life didn’t matter, I made one |
| On the internet they keep throwing shots, but they can’t take nun |
| Burn this money up keep talking bout cremate it, still pulling up Ashton |
| Still pulling up Ashton, still pulling up Ashton |
| She don’t want Burberry say she want Celine |
| My niggas the reason detective on the crime scene |
| Is you gone come outside or you gone hide when it’s pressure |
| I don’t need a stylist, hundred thousand in my dresser |
| That money will turn your friends to enemies |
| They ain’t tell us but I want a fortune |
| No one around but I still here voices, brand new AP |
| Money don’t make me, money don’t make me dawg |