Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pesos, artist - Toosii.
Date of issue: 29.04.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Pesos |
Uh, money call up like, hello-o-o |
Yeah, GG, get money, chase bags, nigga fuck these hoes |
Rich shit, real shit, nigga I’ve been all alone |
Yeah, nice whips, new kicks, I ball like Carmelo |
Money, car routine, I put a hundred racks in my jeans |
Diamonds they never flaw and you see |
I spent a hundred tens on my jeans |
Common steel Audemars, that’s AP |
Imma go Plain Jane for the meet |
Coming down hard |
Soon as I pull up, we cutting the scene |
Nigga, I’m on my pesos |
Real nigga with a Draco |
Boom boom, you lay low |
Neckpiece, that’s a rainbow |
Diamonds dance, they tango |
Big knot and they can’t fold |
Pockets fat, tryna make more |
Big boss got say so |
Rich nigga need like six figures for the pull up |
And might shit on your bitch nigga, I’m the shit nigga, you a pull up |
Yeah, I think I’m sick nigga, let my bitch hit him, then I pull up |
Uh, unload the clip nigga, till that bitch nigga give his shit up |
Yeah, Plain Jane when I walk in the meeting |
Why you talking, you ain’t talking to me |
Gucci loafers, put 'em right on the feet |
KelTec. |
sit 'em right in the seat |
Hood nigga, but a businessman, I ain’t have a plan, now I got a bag |
Ran up a check, now I fuck 'round and flex |
Put my foot on they neck 'cause the realest here |
Fuck 'round shoot the Draco |
New faces I make those |
Nigga, ain’t a place that I can’t go |
Louis backpack hold a bankroll |
Nigga, can’t shoot with me, hoop with me |
Bitch, I’m on 2 degrees, who cool as me? |
Dropped out of school, it ain’t no schooling me |
Bitch, you a fool, you think you fooling me |
Yeah, uh |
Money call up like, hello-o-o |
Yeah, GG, get money, chase bags, nigga fuck these hoes |
Rich shit, real shit, nigga I’ve been all alone |
Yeah, nice whips, new kicks, I ball like Carmelo |
Money, car routine, I put a hundred racks in my jeans |
Diamonds they never flaw and you see |
I spent a hundred tens on my jeans |
Common steel Audemars, that’s AP |
Imma go Plain Jane for the meet |
Coming down hard |
Soon as I pull up, we cutting the scene |
Nigga, I’m on my pesos |
Real nigga with a Draco |
Boom boom, you lay low |
Neckpiece, that’s a rainbow |
Diamonds dance, they tango |
Big knot and they can’t fold |
Pockets fat, tryna make more |
Big boss got say so |
I been waiting on the money call |
Got a hundred broads, need a hundred yards |
Yeah, you got a dummy bar when the money long, but you bummy dog |
Uh, upgrade a hoe from selling Dolce and Gabbana, Imma turn her on |
Uh, ain’t flipped the switch nigga, I’m a bitch getter, I can turn it on |
Uh, get money, they say that a nigga changed |
I took the coupe then I blew the brains |
You’d do the same if you had a name |
Ain’t hard to tell that these niggas lame |
Just get the money, don’t need the fame |
Wish you fuck niggas would step in my lane |
I been watching the way that these niggas change |
Promise everything I love, Imma stay the same |
I’m a hot commodity, my granny she proud of me |
I been missing them collard greens |
Why you thinking 'bout robbing me |
Put your face on a shirt, you dead from a face shot |
Glass break, no bank shot |
Young nigga 'bout cash, take a trip out to Bangkok |
New pieces like raindrops |
Money call up like, hello-o-o |
Yeah, GG, get money, chase bags, nigga fuck these hoes |
Rich shit, real shit, nigga I’ve been all alone |
Yeah, nice whips, new kicks, I ball like Carmelo |
Money, car routine, I put a hundred racks in my jeans |
Diamonds they never flaw and you see |
I spent a hundred tens on my jeans |
Common steel Audemars, that’s AP |
Imma go Plain Jane for the meet |
Coming down hard |
Soon as I pull up, we cutting the scene |
Nigga, I’m on my pesos |