Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Retribution , by - Pusha T. Release date: 17.12.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Retribution |
| Now that you’re focused |
| I’m glad that you noticed |
| The realest nigga here |
| It’s kinda chilly being the coldest |
| Me and Timbo in that two-door, making our «Otis» |
| Now witness the chosen |
| It’s just different here |
| Monte Carlo nights, let her throw the dice |
| Play in paradise |
| All I know is white |
| Get the powder gone |
| Bitches love to shop, levitate the mall |
| Mattress full of money, let it break the fall |
| Woo! |
| She used to fly on a buddy pass |
| They say when the money go, you hope that your honey last |
| I been preaching since money, cash— hoes |
| And I promise, I hardly see you |
| From where I am it’s so hard to see you |
| Got money I’ve been different ever since |
| Maybe it’s me and my arrogance |
| Who are you, who are you anyway? |
| Who are you, who are you anyway? |
| Who are you? |
| We don’t know you |
| Who are you? |
| We don’t know you |
| I’m the fire and the base |
| I’m admired by the greats |
| This to each and every rap nigga |
| I look you liars in the face |
| Cold case, Rolls Wraith |
| Big dipper, constellation in the ceiling, see the stars |
| See the jewelry, all rock, no guitar |
| Who you know better with the raw? |
| Bogota, she like finessing niggas |
| She gets a Range Rover Sport |
| And got seats on the court from the best of niggas |
| I never bit at that apple |
| I never lost my El Chapo |
| I can still grab it, and bag it and capsule |
| Covered in white like I walked in the chapel |
| I’m that cold |
| And I promise, I hardly see you |
| From where I am it’s so hard to see you |
| Got money I’ve been different ever since |
| Maybe it’s me and my arrogance |
| Who are you, who are you anyway? |
| Who are you, who are you anyway? |
| Who are you? |
| We don’t know you |
| Who are you? |
| We don’t know you |
| The last dope dealer |
| Red leather in a room full of Thrillers |
| The mamas, they zombies |
| Chase a nigga for the money, they behind me |
| Woo, safe look like it got a printer |
| Ain’t no rappers in that Sprinter |
| Ain’t no saints, only sinners |
| What bitch ain’t fucked a winner? |
| I’m a blue ribbon nigga |
| Talk down on you two pigeon niggas |
| Front five or better |
| Yeah, I got a mountain of it, you could climb forever |