Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song This for The, artist - YoungBoy Never Broke Again. Album song 4Respect 4Freedom 4Loyalty 4WhatImportant, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 13.09.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Never Broke Again
Song language: English
This for The |
Ooh! |
Ooh! |
Slime! |
Ey! |
This for them bitches who thinkin' they real, but really they fake |
This for them niggas who think that they thuggin', but really the ain’t |
This for them niggas that really be trappin' up out the ra-a-ain |
I married that choppa you know that she with it |
I call her my ba-a-ae |
These niggas ain’t shit, yea, don’t know why they hatin' on me |
I’ma run up that money, I still be stuntin' |
Got blue faced hunnits on me |
I’ma keep goin' in and they keep on comin' |
Lotta faces on me |
I’m chasing that money, from Monday to Sunday |
Got a big bank on me |
I do the dash in the winter, young nigga fly like propella (brrr) |
DJ Khaled, man I need me another one |
When we do it, do it better |
No, I’m not writing no letter |
NBA new Rockafeller |
These bitches ain’t shit, wanna suck on my dick |
Right after she fucked my nigga |
She raising her voice when I battle |
She tell me to go out, go faster |
I think that I’m losing my stamina |
I think that I need me a challenger |
Back at it again, just me and twins |
Tag teamin' her friend, we having her |
She told me she real but I know that she fake |
Lil' shorty ain’t told me no capping her |
This for them bitches that’s thinkin' they real, but really they fake |
This for them niggas that’s thinkin' that they thuggin', but really the ain’t |
This for them niggas that really be trappin' up out the ra-a-ain |
I married that choppa you know that she with it |
I call her my ba-a-ae |
These niggas ain’t shit, yea, don’t know why they hatin' on me |
I’ma run up that money, I steady be stuntin' |
Got blue faced hunnits on me |
I’ma keep goin' in and they keep on comin' |
Lotta faces on me |
I’m chasing that money, from Monday to Sunday |
Got a big bank on me |
Too many bands in my bank account |
A lot of blue hunnits, a large amount |
Got a brick of some dope, put that shit on the boat |
When it come to the money, we ain’t runnin' out |
No money buried in that Federal |
Niggas hate but they ain’t on my level though |
I swear that they nowhere compatible |
Smokin' Gelato and sippin' on medical |
I’m really a felon, still grippin' the FN, might catch me a ca-a-ase |
Pull up to the show in a brand new Benz and we leave in a Wra-a-aith |
I told all my niggas: «It's no new friends», cause these niggas be fa-a-ake |
I got out my feelings and got in the bag, 30 racks in a sa-a-afe |
All of my niggas, they Crippin', they love them blue Benji’s |
I run that check up, I guess that’s why they hatin' |
Everyday I be drippin', these brand new Balenci’s |
My shirt made by Louis, my shoes, they Givenchy |
My girl like that Gucci but I like the Fendi |
It’s a deuce in my cup, I don’t fuck with the Henny |
These chains 'round my neck cost a brand new Bent |
If you try to come take it, get hit with a semi |
I want the money, I want designer |
I want that bitch cause she look finer |
I want the Louis, I want the Fendi |
I mix Chanel belts with Givenchy |
He cappin' in rap, so no, I can’t sign him |
He forgot I was on, man I had to remind him |
I’m not lost in the sauce, everyday I be grindin' |
Bust down Rollie, perfect timing |
This for them bitches who thinkin' they real, but really they fake |
This for them niggas who think that they thuggin', but really the ain’t |
This for them niggas that really be trappin' up out the ra-a-ain |
I married that choppa you know that she with it |
I call her my ba-a-ae |
These niggas ain’t shit, yea, don’t know why they hatin' on me |
I’ma run up that money, I still be stuntin' |
Got blue faced hunnits on me |
I’ma keep goin' in and they keep on comin' |
Lotta faces on me |
I’m chasing that money, from Monday to Sunday |
Got a big bank on me |
Slime! |