Lyrics 15 Hunnid - Boosie, Rich Homie Quan

15 Hunnid

Spend more than 1500 on the clothes
1500 fo' the short, 1500 fo' the belt, nigga
1500 fo' the shirt, 1500 fo' the app, nigga
1500 fo' the pants, 1500 fo' the beat
1500 ain’t shit, 1500 got me rich
15 times 15 for a walk through
1500 turned to 15.000
1500 turned to a 15.000
1500 turned to a 30.000
1500 turned to a 50.000
1500 turned to a 1.000.000 dollas
(Verse: Rich Homie Quan)
Hey, money, I get it, I stack it, I flip it
Aye, talkin' bout savin', yeah, I get ‘em digits
Aye, I’m gon' eat that pussy like Thanksgiving, no pilgrim
Way, fuck ‘er all in her stomach, I bet that she feel it
Hey, Inga with family, my nigga wrestle my nigga billies
Some of my niggas go get it
All of my niggas they kill it
All o' my niggas got teardrop
All of my niggas got bodies
Dressed in all black like I’m Batman
All of my niggas be rivin'
Kiss and get help, poison ivy
Jokin' with her like a joker
I cannot play with her feelings
I don’t get receipt, but I know that I spend
More than 1500 on clothes
(Hook)
(Verse 2: Rich Homie Quan)
1500 hoes at my house right nah
1500 niggas hate, tell a nigga pipe down
Aye, I been a fan o' Wayne eva since these dropped Lights Out
Ha, one bad drae, yeah, nigga I’m fresh, I ain’t talkin' lights out
Aye, ride like a bike, baby
I’m higher than a kite, gon' faded
Ya thinkin' that I might be amazed?
Then go ahead, tell ‘em
(Verse 3: Peewee)
1500 fo' my Givenchy tounge
1500, half a bag in my lung
Finesse and juggin' 1500 on diamonds
Finesse and juggin' 1500 keep comin'
Finesse and juggin' 1500 on bunkin'
Finesse and juggin' 1500 got junkies
Finesse and juggin' 15 keys out the country
Send yo bitch through the TSA wrapped like a mummy
Dad ain’t owe nobody no money
Turn 15 dollas into 1500
Mr. Blue M&M Offset Rich Homie
Bitch tryna get dick from me
The switcharoo, tip that bitch 1500
Like bitch who is you?
Two fingers and a thumb, banging blue
Longway, bitch!
(Hook)
Doin' 1500 on em' ecstasy
1500 on Giuseppes
If 1500 people want kill me
Then 1500 don’t scare me
Mane this shit why my Christmas so merry
1500 presents under that tree
My last Christmas was a sad Christmas
Ova 1500 people shitted on me
My first show fo' 1500
Lemme tell ya what I did with that money
Got a lil pack, got a lil crack
Fo' 1500 and I kept on runnin'
I know I done fucked 1500 hoes
Know I done sold 1500 O’s
1500 on my cleaner’s clothes
#1500 was my Beemer note
Aye aye, nigga fuck what you say
All day, everyday
We gettin' money
He crossed the line?
He bout to die, fo' 1500
These Robin jeans, this Louie belt?
This Louie scarf is so fly
My earrings, they bling bling
15 times 3
That’s 45
Rolls Royce with the stars in the ceiling
Make 1500 fo' like 15 million
Gave 1500 to my bitch
Baby, go shoppin, Boosie ain’t trippin'
Boosie ain’t trippin' cuz I’m gettin' it (rule 1)
I only fuck round real niggas
Shout out to my nigga Young Jeezy
He keep it 1500 with a nigga
(Hook)