Kid Red
Kid Red - Ready To Blow songtekst
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[Chorus] We getting money over here I can't lie, I love it Just to blow it all in the club, like fuck it Throw it in the air, waste it on bottles Keep the spades coming, just so I can see the models When the fireworks light up, my jewels gonna light up Haters in the corner, tryina fuck a nigga night up But no, we getting money over here, for sure Got racks on racks, that's money to blow Cool... we popping pills, like we at a rave Bottom needs swag, when I got spades And I'm under aged, how I get spades Leaning in my snapback, bring another rap pack Louie V napsack, get a sweater rack sack I fuck with that amber rose, He don't do the cash stacks All I do my cad daddy, tell them bitches back pack Give a nigga room Oho, I'm all up in my zone Only nigga with a groovy and my... iPhone I'm mister fuck your baby mama if she want some dick Check my twitter page for the twitter pic,... [Chorus] We getting money over here I can't lie, I love it Just to blow it all in the club, like fuck it Throw it in the air, waste it on bottles Keep the spades coming, just so I can see the models When the fireworks light up, my jewels gonna light up Haters in the corner, tryina fuck a nigga night up But no, we getting money over here, for sure Got racks on racks, that's money to blow Look, niggas know the name, these bitches do too Now we smoking on that ganja popping chicken with my crew Me and my niggas do the same, fuck these bitches stack this loot Now haters say I'm hogging lanes, I'm... 22's And the niggas know the statement, all about the paper You know how the story go, when it's coming from a hater You ain't seen me in the club, you wanna beat me in the club Big bottle popping animal, spend the Bentley in the club And you niggas barely living, no attention from the women Buying drinks at the bar, now how the hell is that going? I be doing big shit, big popping on the hoes Black war, whole click, get it popping on them hoes, yeah [Chorus] We getting money over here I can't lie, I love it Just to blow it all in the club, like fuck it Throw it in the air, waste it on bottles Keep the spades coming, just so I can see the models When the fireworks light up, my jewels gonna light up Haters in the corner, tryina fuck a nigga night up But no, we getting money over here, for sure Got racks on racks, that's money to blow Yikes, I can't lie, I love it Piece on the chain worth more than your budget Stunting out in public with the bitch that you trusted Got her in the crib, her legs spread, mustard Colder than some custard, all the cars custom Audemar's question them, benjamins and shuffling Dealt a bad hand so a nigga started hustling And just like this baby we pouring, I started bubbling Money started doubling, tripling, quadrupling Kush like snoppin in, hoes like look at them Pull up in some stupid shit, dumb retarded coop and shit Ain't no recouping this, you know why? [Chorus] We getting money over here I can't lie, I love it Just to blow it all in the club, like fuck it Throw it in the air, waste it on bottles Keep the spades coming, just so I can see the models When the fireworks light up, my jewels gonna light up Haters in the corner, tryina fuck a nigga night up But no, we getting money over here, for sure Got racks on racks, that's money to blow