Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Let the Money Stay, artist - Willie the Kid. Album song Masterpiece Theatre, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 22.07.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Fly
Song language: English
Let the Money Stay |
Your majesty, 20 venches got the whip shape shifted, |
Single malt whiskey and my snifter I’ma Finster |
Finishing touches contemplating, I’m rather blatent |
So blending in never been my strong point, |
Point taking, I’m pointed to, pointed for the wakening, |
It’s poignant, ignorance is bliss until the coin flips, |
Franklins yeah I coin phrases for my coins |
A young tenderloin, had my loin forloned |
Well I’m leaving nothing to chance the cribs look enchanted |
It’s lilly white leather furniture Chantilly |
I’m channeling my satellite, My appetite is regal, |
I’m picking chandelier, Braziers on the stairs |
pink panties by the pool started rainin |
Bangin like the hanging gardens, the fly nigga, |
small margin for marginal errors |
Willie rockin' heirlooms heir apparent |
Sand baggin hot air balloons I can care less, |
Made the money, fed the babies, |
Then buy houses on the ourskirts caress the ladies, |
For many continents constant, continuity integrity, ingenuity. |
F*ck poppin champagne on the rainy day, |
Poppin' champagne on the sunny day, |
All the hoes all can leave, let the money stay |
Huh, let the money stay, pop the champagne on the rainy day, |
Pop the champagne on the sunny day |
All the hoes all can leave, let the money stay. |
Let the money stay. |
Whispering willow, Never pillow talk, talk is cheap |
They often sleep while I’m wide awake |
Native like a Chippewa, Iroquois, chip away |
The microchip was turquoise |
Quill feathers, wax seal, black steal |
The hours chaos, freak bitches sing the seance |
See the fee is my fiance, The ambiance is awesome |
Shine like I’m ambient, the organic candle lit |
nightcap, moon lighting, roman candles |
The Fly crystal velor, Jesus Christ sandels |
The feet like brass, hair like wool |
pull bitches like a brothel, hostel, never slipping naw |
Willie sip the sovereign blanc like its chicken broth |
The Fendi sweats heather gray, with enough game to own Heather Locklear’s |
brazier |
Fuckin like the Brazzers, My bitches all Brazilian waxed |
Waxy Gordon money, Willy crib like Revis’s in third person |
Party girls hurlen, name my firearm Ursula, pearls in the pearlier |
Navigate my way with no compass, accomplished, moneys my accomplice |
The company I keep, I’m out of reach. |
Forgive my brother, forgive my brother ' |
Forgive my brother, forgive my brother ' |