Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Gualla , by - Smug Mang. Song from the album Smug God, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 31.01.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Smug Mang
Song language: English
Gualla |
| Money train, money train |
| All aboard, all aboard |
| Oh Mike Jones, oh Mike Jones |
| Mike Jones, ayy! |
| Money, money I make it |
| Never |
| Your main chick she chasing me |
| I ain’t got no time for no chasing |
| Y’all chasing tail, I’m chasing mail |
| Big Ben Frank what I’m thinkin' |
| I smoke the loud, I sip the drank |
| I keep two cups when I’m drankin' baby |
| 84's when I’m tippin' |
| Got your bitch and she trippin' |
| My top up, now my top down |
| I ain’t got no time bitches |
| I said 84's when I’m tippin' |
| Got your bitch and she trippin' |
| My top up, now my top down |
| I ain’t got no time bitches |
| I swear Zaytoven on the track |
| Smug Mang where you at |
| Money train been running thangs |
| And that there’s a fact |
| I swear Zaytoven on the track |
| Smug Mang where you at |
| Money train been running thangs |
| And that there’s a fact |
| I got money coming in stacks |
| Money coming in stacks |
| My first alb' went multi plat' |
| I been been on stacks |
| I said I got money coming in stacks |
| Money coming in stacks (gold checks) |
| My first alb' went multi plat' |
| I been been on stacks |
| Young Memphis nigga, bitch better watch what you say |
| In the bat mobile letting my star tires skate |
| These niggas talk about me but they ain’t 'bout nothing |
| Niggas wanna buy lean but we charging them muscle |
| Got bad yellow bitch, thick bone by the muscle |
| I ain’t worried 'bout these niggas, give a damn if you struggle |
| Bitch I’m workin' hard everyday, forcin' new money |
| Still count old bills, nigga fuck the new hundreds, pussy! |
| Smuuug Muuusiiic |
| They call me Smug Mang, I got syrup in my mud |
| Young king from the north with a dirty sprite plug |
| And all these ratchet hoes love me cause they know what’s up |
| And I’m fuckin' with the money train, I’m so cashed up |
| Coolin' in the underground till I fuckin' blow up |
| And I ain’t never leave the house without my Xans and my cup |
| And if you really drinkin', pour some more |
| Northern border takin' order, they callin' Smug |
| Chris Travis, Mike Jones, they my down south plugs |