Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dinero, artist - Solomon Childs. Date of issue: 23.02.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Dinero |
| Ice in the drink, and the watch, security, my mink dudes |
| Straight to the bar, me and Rakeem Allah |
| Never leave home without the hydro jar |
| Robbed by the dozen, gucci boots and leotards |
| Aight then, fishnets, lace skin |
| They in here, from Shaolin indictments |
| Bout it, bout it, to live large |
| Solomon liver than a PBA card, I Allah Master God |
| Millennium rides, see we are this fly |
| Then a V-Tech, 4−4, payed tour, baritone |
| Gettin' them wet like Kenny Lattimore |
| Lyrical bullets on related calling |
| Blazers who ain’t never been to Portland |
| Code of the streets, kill or be killed |
| Eighty nine, getting money, police is mad dumb |
| Nickel and dimes in my mouth, my gums is mad numb |
| Twelve bars are rated r, ghetto life, killas in courts |
| Dirty poom-poom shorts, thuggin' every place I’ve been |
| Mi mama sta Dominican, ya’ll need to roll with me |
| Get with me, show me a sign |
| I’m bout to blow the cigar, for humble |
| What you ain’t know, how it’s gangsta |
| Mixtape murder halls, swarm of the ski masks |
| You’se a bitch, you assed out, enough money to re-route |
| And the red bone chicks, smell like L’Oreal |
| Come and I’ll find a way, by Blu Cantrell |
| This has been brought to you by, Hennessey VSOP, and Cognac |
| Yeah… uh-huh. |
| yeah. |
| come on, punish 'em lord |
| Just got here, the bitches already saying the God, plus |
| Adrenaline head rush, Mr. Shaolin, New York |
| Lay in the garage, you see the God |
| Cats be nothing more than a Buick Regal |
| My voicebox revolve like a desert eagle |
| I fell in love with a fish called Wanda, milli' Contra |
| Two thousand and two, kid rookie |
| Gorillas in the myst to rule, polish up, old school |
| Picture you motherfuckers on my level, you pussy |
| Type of nigga, who dancing in the date rooms |
| Singing on the gates, from here now |
| Allah, better late than never, sixteen bars |
| Of gangsta cheddar, eight to eight, gangsta money |
| Get yourself smacked up, if you think something was funny… |