Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Possible, artist - Yung JoeyDate of issue: 10.09.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Possible |
| Drippin' in diamonds, covered in gold |
| I flooded my AP, I’m outta control |
| I’m still in the gutter, dippin' them Os |
| Workin' them euros, I’m out of control |
| When you’re gettin' dinero, more things are possible |
| Anything possible, anything possible |
| When you hustle like I do, all things are possible |
| Anything possible, anything possible |
| I come from the ghetto, I just wanna be rich |
| Now the money is comin', ain’t that a bitch |
| My crib like perfection, baby show me them tits |
| If money could talk, these niggas ain’t sayin' shit |
| Ain’t afraid of the Popo, pussy nigga I’m lit |
| I take care of my family, you spend cake on a bitch |
| You gon' get her the Louis bag, I’m a give her this dick |
| She gon' come back for more, call that money well spent |
| I started from zero, took that to a hunda |
| Brought that to a thou wow |
| Now play with them stacks now |
| Catch me in traffic, but that could be tragic |
| Got a couple new shooters, get you laid in a casket |
| You’re my type for sure, I’m tryna see what shorty 'bout |
| Thugged out, pants sag with a.40 cal |
| I was in Vogue, they wrote me an article |
| I want that cover, anything’s possible |
| How is it possible you on my dick |
| I don’t even got one, man this shit is sick |
| My grandma confused me like fuck as a kid |
| I had no idea she was more like a pimp |
| Bitch I get money, my niggas not starvin', my niggas not stavtin' |
| My niggas not starvin', I’m drinkin' my Hennessy listenin' to Marvin |
| Overcomin' the obstacles, these niggas popsicles |
| Ridin' dick like a prostitute, for that cake I’m in high pursuit |
| Word to my mommy, I stay with that Lami |
| Dare you to play, I’m not with the flexin', I’m down for that homi' |
| I got a lady, she got a lady |
| But if you fuck my lady, then you gotta pay me |
| These bitches, they love the kid, and you know that |
| Don’t play them games I used to, I’m like a throwback |
| You treat the special, Bobby Womak |
| Me? |
| Fuck no, can’t picture that with a Kodak |
| On the run like Jay Z, I got me a Beyoncé |
| Just to sit with me courtside, watch the Knicks at the Barclays |