Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Paint Tha Town, artist - Rich Gang. Album song Rich Gang, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cash Money
Song language: English
Paint Tha Town |
| Yeah, bigger than life, YMCMB |
| Flashy life, yeah — BLAAAT~! |
| Red everything, red Bentley |
| Chop a nigga down and tell his momma red sent me |
| Rag in my pocket, what color is that motherfucker? |
| Same color as your insides motherfucker |
| You know we bang money, bang bang bang money |
| Holla at you soo woo, that’s the new slang dummy |
| And when we hit the club we come in with them trash bags |
| For the money motherfucker, Wall Street cash |
| Red Jag, hop in with my red flag |
| Pretty red bitch, with my teeth tatt |
| Highly respected, stuntin' in my digital dash |
| Stay fly out the pawn Young Money Cash |
| We bang money, bang bang bang money |
| Cash Money Young Money bitch we flip cash |
| Blood line on my bloods see we see and smash |
| Tommy guns, AKs nigga spit and dash |
| High life, carbine with a extra mag |
| Hit the curve, bad bitch nigga dick and dash |
| My life has never been the same since the cash |
| My life ain’t been the same since I bust his ass |
| Tear drop gangster, high life gangster |
| Cash Money Young Money bitch we the gangsters (believe dat) |
| You find me on the chopper |
| With my chopper non-stopper, check the roof bitch already chop em |
| We laughing to the bank bitch |
| High life, more money in the bank bitch |
| You know we do it 24's, shit |
| More hoes out the pound when we blow bitch |
| Red everything, red Bentley |
| Chop a nigga down and tell his momma red sent me |
| Rag in my pocket, what color is that motherfucker? |
| Same color as your insides motherfucker |
| You know we bang money, bang bang bang money |
| Holla at you soo woo, that’s the new slang dummy |
| And when we hit the club we come in with them trash bags |
| For the money motherfucker, Wall Street cash |
| Run up on this Bentley, wish a motherfucker would |
| I leave yo ass in Louisiana off in the woods |
| Choppa Sinister City, bad boy since the Diddy |
| And my Phantom like a strip club — ass and titties |
| I fuck rats, top models and regular hoes |
| Take a ball player bitch and that’s in my regular clothes |
| And you could have her back, I don’t swear hoes |
| I put that on my hood like the crown on the cadillac |
| Tear drop gangster, only got one |
| But if I counted all the bodies they drip to my Louis Vuitton |
| All red Yeezy’s, yeah the flame edition |
| The say I’m out of my mind like I got a cocaine addiction |
| Cause when I was young I had Young Money |
| Niggas try to stretch me out so I tatted it on my tummy |
| Never been a scholar, far from a dummy |
| But you disrespect my clip I let the chopper red rumming |
| Yeah, and we bang money, bang bang bang money |
| 50 round drum a nigga try to take this chain from me |
| You was go and kill me I’d already be dead |
| Don’t make me come to your hood and paint that motherfucker red |
| Red everything, red Bentley |
| Chop a nigga down and tell his momma red sent me |
| Rag in my pocket, what color is that motherfucker? |
| Same color as your insides motherfucker |
| You know we bang money, bang bang bang money |
| Holla at you soo woo, that’s the new slang dummy |
| And when we hit the club we come in with them trash bags |
| For the money motherfucker, Wall Street cash |
| Cincinnati reds hat, tilt that bitch to the right |
| You know how them bullets travel, motherfucker book a flight |
| Choppa made them niggas dance, motherfuckin' boogie nights |
| All of you suckas pussy, none of you pussy’s tight |
| I rep that red flag, that’s right that red flag |
| I still got blood money, I’m counting red cash |
| I’m in my skinny jeans, with my red Vans |
| I’m with a bad bitch, with a red ass |
| Talk crazy nigga, highway to heaven |
| Automatic start, automatic weapon |
| Momma need a dress, you gon' need a reverend |
| I let Marley shoot 'em, cause I’m an convicted felon |
| Sharp shooter nigga, yeah, shots perfect |
| You ever gargle blood? |
| Bubble up and burp it |
| I’m in that new coupe, bald head nigga |
| I’m Piru, all red nigga |
| + (Birdman) |
| EEEEEEEY~! |
| (yeah, this that uptown classic) |
| Black Wall, Cash Money paint the town red (swagga flashy life) |
| Yeah, we paint the town red (5 Star G) |
| I tell em motherfuckers, EEEEEEEY~! |
| (ya understand me? YMCMB) |
| Black Wall, Cash Money paint the town red (high life, bigger than life) |
| Yeah, we paint the town red (C4, yeah, hit yo town) |
| Tell 'em holla at me (hit yo' town in these whips) |
| (Sun shining — BLAAAT~!) |
| (Yeah, like new money; one hunnid) |