Murda

Cappin' N Shit
I'm overlapping this shit Costa Nostra The don nigga Couldn't be getting no money, stop all that cappin' and shit Show you boys how to get money, it's different brackets to this Look at my Balmain zippers, checkout my jackets and shit Pimpin' immaculate bitch, back at the lab with this shit Back to the trap with this shit, back to the trap with a brick Heard they sleepin' on me no pillow They takin' naps in this bitch Sleep on the block, we on the block, you know we tweak on the block It ain't no problem, we come from the bottom You know we sleep on the top (woah) My brother took a lil [?], he put the re with the rock I put the lean in the pop, can't tell your knees [?] I make it rain on the floor, might just need you a mop Word to my wrist I come from the shitty I promise to shine I'mma glisten Show em my ass, 200 my dash, someone been racin' the engine I come with a case of them bitches They know I'mma die when I [?] I whip up that cut like a pigeon They told em to stay in the kitchen Couldn't be getting no money, stop all that cappin' and shit SongtexteShow you boys how to get money, it's different brackets to this Look at my Balmain zippers, checkout my jackets and shit Pimpin' immaculate bitch, back at the lab with this shit Back in the back of the Bach Back to the lab with the yam For dinner I gave her a percocet, for breakfast I gave her a xan I used to want a trans-am I used to want a Camaro Puerto Rican Johnny had the birds I kept my eyes on the sparrow You keep your eyes on the barrel I keep it aimed right at you I throw the pain right at you, I throw a chain right at you Walk into the strip club bitch and I throw some rain right at ya Keep the [?] just like a old man And I throw some cane right at ya I throw some weed right at ya I throw some lean right at ya I throw some 'preme right at ya See I fuck Celiné right at ya Forgive me lord I ain't seen the pastor I smoke the weed the fastest I get the cheese the fastest Couldn't be getting no money, stop all that cappin' and shit Show you boys how to get money, it's different brackets to this Look at my Balmain zippers, checkout my jackets and shit Pimpin' immaculate bitch, back at the lab with this shit Aus Songtexte Mania