Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song A-List, artist - Speedy. Date of issue: 28.05.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
A-List |
| Imma show you how we go oh |
| We rollin' deep with all my people |
| I’m buyin' bottle after bottle |
| Pockets deep like we hit the lotto |
| Got only bitches in my section |
| Don’t make me teach your girl a lesson |
| Cause if I throw a couple thousands |
| She’ll mess around and start undressing |
| Oh I get the best of everything |
| Cribs, cars, clothes, cuz money ain’t a thang |
| Oh I bet I’m top of my game |
| Way past rich cuz I’m A-List in this bitch |
| Said I’m A-List in this bitch |
| A, A-List in this bitch |
| I’m A-List in this bitch, a, A-List in this bitch |
| Yo heights can’t keep with me |
| I’m young wild and filthy |
| Cuz I’m A-list in this bitch, a, A-List in this bitch |
| Whoa whoa |
| Halle Berry (A-List in this bitch) |
| Whoa whoa |
| Donald Trump (A-List in this bitch) |
| Whoa whoa |
| Rockefeller (A-List in this bitch) |
| Whoa whoa |
| I get paid to party (A-List in this bitch) |
| Imma show how we go oh |
| She drinkin' Rose and Pink Moscato |
| Everywhere I go she follow |
| But she ain’t better than my model |
| (Ay listen) |
| My girl got labels on her back |
| She got La Perla on her ass |
| Cuz if to me on the dash |
| We always first we never last |
| 25 bands for this walkthrough |
| Get paid to party |
| Smoke like I’m Marley |
| Drink Bale Air like a boss do |
| Rose my bottles don’t drink Bacardi |
| Drink been Bacardi clock the like Jada Marcie |
| Hood nigga, popping champagne |
| BSM is my campaign |
| Spent a hundred racks and put three letters in my damn change |
| Just do it big like |
| Get booked for shows |
| Just while we out then go insane |
| Let my dreds swang |
| I’m A-List in this bitch, in the VIP with your favorite rapper |
| Ask about me I’m certified still in the streets with your favorite trappers |
| I’m walkin' nigga, walk in the club with a hundred niggas, no ID, no patdown, |
| fuck security |
| I bet a nigga won’t try me |
| Facts nigga, filthy rich, just on these bottles spent racks nigga |
| Standin' on the couch, blowin' on the strain, I’m turned up to the max nigga |
| (WAKA FLOCKA, FLAME) |