作词 : GOLDBUUDA/Aidan Kim 作曲 : SpainDaGoat Hoppin’ on a PJ, yeah we flyin’ state to state Hoppin’ coast to coast, I brought them cakes on a plate Shorty stop playin’, put that ass up in my face Got that Scarface bitch, **** off from my place
BUUDA came up with a draco, yeah I got a green dot **** what you thought, hit you with my .45 Hit you with my .45, yeah bitch you gon’ die 죽여 죽여 죽여 죽여 죽여줘 모두 다
Cash drop drop drop, on the opposition See me with my bitch, switchin’ all positions If he talk talk talk, he gon’ end up missin’ Finna murder scene, reminiscence
Shhh, shut the **** up You pussy boy, you ain’t gon’ run up We been runnin’ thru your bitch, she say you love her We go to sleep ‘til the sun up
Yes, hotter than a summer Don’t know why she naggin’, better cut her off Woo, look at them jits, such a turn-off Talk about this twin, we ‘bout to rice, yeah we gon’ come up
Make big racks with my twinnem Countin’ all this guap, it look like Benjamins Take your ass to court and catch a settlement Money so long, don’t need no middleman
Money been a stretch, yeah we be chairmans We be on the ice, yeah we be snowmans Take your business run out like it Loehmann’s Mula mukkbang, we be servin’ lo meins
G. M. M. B G. M. M. B G. M. M. Bitch, Give My Money Back
G. M. M. B G. M. M. B G. M. M. Bitch, Give My Money Back
G. M. M. B G. M. M. B G. M. M. B Give My Money Back
G. M. M. B G. M. M. B G. M. M. Bitch, Give My Money Back!
作词 : GOLDBUUDA/Aidan Kim 作曲 : SpainDaGoat Hoppin’ on a PJ, yeah we flyin’ state to state Hoppin’ coast to coast, I brought them cakes on a plate Shorty stop playin’, put that ass up in my face Got that Scarface bitch, **** off from my place
BUUDA came up with a draco, yeah I got a green dot **** what you thought, hit you with my .45 Hit you with my .45, yeah bitch you gon’ die 죽여 죽여 죽여 죽여 죽여줘 모두 다
Cash drop drop drop, on the opposition See me with my bitch, switchin’ all positions If he talk talk talk, he gon’ end up missin’ Finna murder scene, reminiscence
Shhh, shut the **** up You pussy boy, you ain’t gon’ run up We been runnin’ thru your bitch, she say you love her We go to sleep ‘til the sun up
Yes, hotter than a summer Don’t know why she naggin’, better cut her off Woo, look at them jits, such a turn-off Talk about this twin, we ‘bout to rice, yeah we gon’ come up
Make big racks with my twinnem Countin’ all this guap, it look like Benjamins Take your ass to court and catch a settlement Money so long, don’t need no middleman
Money been a stretch, yeah we be chairmans We be on the ice, yeah we be snowmans Take your business run out like it Loehmann’s Mula mukkbang, we be servin’ lo meins
G. M. M. B G. M. M. B G. M. M. Bitch, Give My Money Back
G. M. M. B G. M. M. B G. M. M. Bitch, Give My Money Back
G. M. M. B G. M. M. B G. M. M. B Give My Money Back
G. M. M. B G. M. M. B G. M. M. Bitch, Give My Money Back!
