Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Intro, artist - Peezy. Date of issue: 01.07.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Intro |
| Yeah |
| Feel good to be back |
| Life good, I can’t complain |
| Left for two years, came back, shit ain’t the same |
| Yesterday I wore rose gold, this ain’t the same |
| This one 40K out the box, I left it plain |
| I been on some low-key shit, stayin' out the way |
| This summer, we gon' see who was playin' and who done saved |
| I get money sittin' on my ass, I got it made |
| Get a nigga whole house cleaned up, I got a maid |
| I been grindin' two-four-seven all around the clock |
| The only thing a nigga take for granted is the countertop |
| Stainless steel ovn, internet inside th fridge |
| Smilin' ear-to-ear 'cause I done stacked a half a mil', nigga |
| They like, «P changed up, he on some ho shit» |
| This ain’t 2012, you want that, go buy my old shit |
| 'Member when I caught the bus to school back in '06 |
| Caught the bus down to the V and it’s been on since |
| Talkin' to my nigga from DC like, «What you on, slim?» |
| Talkin' to your ho like she ain’t nothin', «What you want, bitch?» |
| Ain’t nobody never fronted me, I bought my own shit |
| Thousand-dollar sweater, mama say I ain’t got no sense |
| Yeah, keep workin' and never settle |
| In the fast lane, Louis sneakers on the pedal |
| Fuck a Hellcat, I’m in a Demon like the devil |
| Tryna hide an M under my dog house, I need a shovel |
| They say it ain’t trickin' if you got it, huh? |
| I say I ain’t let you bitches trick me out a dollar, huh |
| Gucci polo on with the red and green collar, huh |
| Had to middleman a brick to make a thousand dollars, huh |
| I just spoke an M into existence, I’m a prophet, huh |
| Need to hit the gym 'cause I got pounds all in the closet, huh |
| Tryna parallel park a Lambo' on Collins, huh |
| Swiped the Escalade and I fucked up my whole deposit, huh |
| Laughin' to the bank, my old lady say I’m childish, huh |
| Walked up out that bitch with fifty thousand like I robbed it, huh |
| Thirty pints of red at my side ho apartment, huh |
| Thirty to my lawyer, made them bitches drop the charges, huh |
| I can’t tell the time on my watch, this bitch retarded, huh |
| I can’t even work a nine-to-five 'cause I’m a mobster, huh |
| Counted 60K in small bills, I’m exhausted, huh |
| Ask me how it feel to be rich, this shit awesome, huh |
| (Ask me how it feel to be rich, this shit awesome, huh) |
| Feel good to be back |
| Back in the lab, back on my feet, you know |
| Back to my motherfuckin' family, you dig? |
| Ayy, Dave, let the beat ride out, my nigga |