Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 6am In NY, artist - sleepy hallow. Album song Sleepy Hallow Presents: Sleepy For President, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 04.06.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMPIRE, Winners Circle Entertainment
Song language: English
6am In NY |
I know money make 'em change, they ain’t the same |
And I don’t want your love, you can keep it if it’s fake |
I don’t think they really love me always |
I don’t think they really wanna be around me all day |
Can’t nobody make the pain go away, uh |
Can’t nobody make the sunshine when it’s gon' rain, look |
Would you rather cry in a Benz or a Wraith? |
Huh |
Would you rather die real or live fake? |
You can see it in my eyes, I ain’t really been okay |
I used to be the nigga they thought would’ve been a waste |
Now I’m runnin' up the cake, I got shows in every state |
I’ll probably pull up early just to catch 'em while it’s late |
Chopper take a nigga out, I ain’t talkin' 'bout no date |
I hit you with your spouse, give a fuck about the place |
I was trappin', you was up on the couch, look |
Brand new designer, I can’t spell that shit out, huh |
I want some money, you just lookin' for clout, huh |
We make it ugly if you runnin' your mouth |
I know money make 'em change, they ain’t the same |
And I don’t want your love, you can keep it if it’s fake |
I don’t think they really love me always |
I don’t think they really wanna be around me all day |
Can’t nobody make the pain go away, uh |
Can’t nobody make the sunshine when it’s gon' rain, look |
We just hit another lick, ooh yeah, niggas lit |
Got all these blue hundreds, you can tell a nigga Crip |
40 on me for the hit, couple thousand for the 'fit |
And you can call it showin' off, I’ma call it drip |
Scammers loadin' up the bit', shooters loadin' up the clip |
I know you see us goin' up, see us gettin' rich |
I can’t stop until the whole gang litty, look |
And to the top, I’m takin' whole gang with me, look |
She said she love me, I don’t know her name |
Pour me up some codeine |
Pull up in a big body same color cocaine |
I just wanna ball like I’m playin' for the A |
Runnin' through this money, I can’t take it to the grave |
I know money make 'em change, they ain’t the same |
And I don’t want your love, you can keep it if it’s fake |
I don’t think they really love me always |
I don’t think they really wanna be around me all day |
Can’t nobody make the pain go away |
Can’t nobody make the sunshine when it’s gon' rain |