Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 713 , by - THE CARTERS. Release date: 17.06.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
713 |
| Cash, hit deposit, 24-carat faucets |
| Louis V and Goyard trunks all in the closet |
| Ain’t shit change, the streets is still watching |
| And my little baby Blue is like, «Who gon' stop us, huh?» |
| Ain’t no way to stop this love, ain’t no space if everything is love |
| Representing for my hustlers all across the world (still) |
| Still dippin' in my low-lows, girl! |
| (still) |
| I put it down for the 713 and we still got love for the streets (ow!) |
| We played it cool at the pool of the Cancun, VMA |
| Confidence you exude make the fools stay away |
| Me, I played the room, let the fools have they say |
| Fate had me sitting next to you on the plane |
| And I knew straight away, uh |
| The next time we would speak was like two years away |
| You had a man, you shut it down until you two had a break |
| I bet that dude rued the day |
| You kept me up on the phone while you were away |
| You came back, I let you set the date, Nobu on the plate |
| I brought my dude to play it cool, my first foolish mistake |
| Cash, hit deposit, 24-carat faucets |
| Louis V and Goyard trunks all in the closet |
| Ain’t shit change, the streets is still watching |
| And my little baby Blue is like «Who gon' stop us, huh?» |
| Ain’t no way to stop this love, ain’t no space if everything is love |
| I’m representing for my hustlers all across the world (still) |
| Still dippin' in my low-lows, girl! |
| (still), I put it down for the 713 |
| And we still got love for the streets (ow!) |
| I never knew a lo-, lo-, lo-, love like this |
| Gotta be special for me to write this |
| Queen, I ain’t mean no disrespect |
| But the way I network, it’s hard for me to connect |
| My first time in the ocean went exactly as you’d expect |
| Meanwhile, you going hard, jumping off the top deck |
| A leap of faith, I knew I was up next |
| I never told you, but I told a few people we wed |
| Me, I’m off to Rome, you going back home instead |
| My first time in my life a live nigga felt dead |
| You came back, I had to act like it was cool in my head |
| Thoughts of jumping the broom, a player never been swept |
| Cash, hit deposit, 24-carat faucets |
| Louis V and Goyard trunks all in the closet |
| Ain’t shit change, the streets is still watching |
| And my little baby Blue is like «Who gon' stop us, huh?» |
| I’m representing for my hustlers all across the world (still) |
| Still dippin' in my low-lows, girl! |
| (still), I put it down for the 713 |
| And we still got love for the streets (ow!) |
| To all the good girls that love hustlers |
| To the mothers that put up with us |
| To all the babies that suffered cause us |
| We only know love because of ya |
| America is a motherfucka to us, lock us up, shoot us |
| Shoot our self esteem down, we don’t deserve true love |
| Black queen, you rescued us, you rescued us, rescued us |