Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Netflix, artist - Tity Boi. Date of issue: 12.02.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Netflix |
| I smoked a blunt for dinner, another blunt for breakfast |
| 2 Chainz, got 'em staring at my necklace |
| Let’s make a sex tape and put it on Netflix |
| Let’s make a sex tape and put it on Netflix |
| She got it, I want it, I want it, she got it |
| I’m dodging paparazzi, my outfit from Versace |
| Copy, copy, all these niggas just copy |
| I just bought me a new watch and these new niggas just watchin' |
| I know you had the time of your life |
| I know you had the time of your life |
| You know I’m gettin' money, ten, twenty, thirty, forty |
| I’ll be countin' this shit all night |
| I know you had the time of your life |
| I know you had the time of your life |
| You know I’m gettin' money, ten, twenty, thirty, forty |
| I’ll be countin' this shit all night |
| When I die, bury me inside the liquor store |
| Cause when I die, Fergie still gon' be gettin' dough |
| You do what you can, I do what you can’t |
| You smoke that Bobby B-B-Brown, we on that Shabba Ranks |
| I got it, you want it, you want it, I got it |
| My girls go shopping, that ain’t a mall, that’s my closet |
| So copy (copy), copy, all these bitches just copy |
| Honor student wit' double Ds, that ain’t the bra, that’s my ta-tas |
| I know you had the time of your life |
| I know you had the time of your life |
| You know I’m gettin' money, ten, twenty, thirty, forty |
| I’ll be countin' this shit all night |
| I know you had the time of your life |
| I know you had the time of your life |
| You know I’m gettin' money, ten, twenty, thirty, forty |
| I’ll be countin' this shit all night |
| Yeah, yeah… |
| I’m gettin' to the monies, with an apostrophe |
| Fucked her on a pile of clothes, now she a closet freak |
| Yeah, I bear arms, I got something up my sleeve |
| And when she wit' me, she don’t wanna leave |
| She just wanna freak, she don’t wanna sleep |
| Put it in her mouth, now she don’t wanna speak |
| Yeah, I’m at the club, I got strippers at my table |
| I call doin' a 69 a favor for a favor |
| From the cradle to the grave |
| Shoot a nigga from his ankle to his waist |
| You can tell that I’m paid cause I’m high-class |
| Fucked a bitch in her eyelashes |
| We in a jet, who gon' fly past us? |
| Tint all in my eyeglasses, I don’t see ya, hater |
| And I don’t get dropped, bitch, I drop the label |
| Goddamn! |