Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Galore, artist - Obn JayDate of issue: 09.12.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Galore |
| Stackin' up guap like it’s art |
| Go hard, do it again tomorrow |
| Ruger Five-seveN when it’s war |
| Hoppin' out, presentation galore |
| I just like to treat my bitch, no time for extra shit |
| I been on a money trip |
| Bringin' that lettuce in |
| Took her shoppin', we just went to Saks |
| Told her hit the flavor and relax |
| I just wanna feel you throw it back |
| Shoppin' with the blick, it’s compact |
| I told JRoc to load them cutters up and go’n and spin |
| He asked me, «Money, when?» |
| Shout out OBN |
| You know me, I be the youngin on the money trip |
| Grown man shit, I gotta keep up with myself |
| I remember bein' mad sittin' up in a cell |
| But I shoot back, sittin' next to lifers who ain’t makin' bail |
| Moved from out my city, barely down there, I be outta town |
| AR clip extended for protection when I’m movin' 'round |
| Trippin' on you bitches, yeah, it’s up, lately, been droolin' down |
| Niggas steady hollerin' they up next, but shit, Lil Rocket now |
| I was broke inside my mama basement with no help |
| I’m just tryna see some better days, I want some wealth |
| Thuggin' with the gang, but really I’m good all by myself |
| I can’t switch up on my bros, it’s BC to the death |
| Stackin' up guap like it’s art |
| Go hard, do it again tomorrow |
| Ruger Five-seveN when it’s war |
| Hoppin' out, presentation galore |
| I just like to treat my bitch, no time for extra shit |
| I been on a money trip |
| Bringin' that lettuce in |
| In a foreign, I switched the VIN |
| Addicted to this money, that shit like my medicine |
| Havin' accounts and BINs |
| Got millions, that’s for my friends |
| Got sauce, it come with all the numbers and include the PIN |
| Sorry if I ever finessed you, I just wanted to win |
| Sorry if I ever stressed you, I ain’t really mean it |
| A whole mil' in all blues, she couldn’t even believe it |
| Goin' hard, coppin' sportscars |
| Takin' trips, we on shroom bars |
| Antisocial, I don’t talk to laws |
| Fat paper lookin' like Allah |
| Filipino droppin' off the load |
| Smash and then I send the bitch home |
| A hundred large from a fictitious loan |
| New strain in the air, partner grown |
| Sometimes I wanna be left alone |
| I just came and kept shit player |
| I count this check, a nigga gone |