selfmade - dirti diana x eurogotit lyrics
self made lyrics
hook
i gotta couple of bad broads couple of fast cars she think she in a rafe cause she surrounded by mad stars i like that imma a chemist i make money off mad bars real hustler tripled up my figures from last march !!
you ant getting money can’t sit here
whole team getting money it’s a good year
you see the drive i ant got to stair i make one call to the pilot and we outta here
verse 1
prayer hands on my medallion
in the lambagini 2 seater
but ride a boat like da stallion!
(chanеl) bags i b styling
skinny dipping * i be tripping
switch positions * every island
thеy told me i got so much talent
why the f*k these labels is calling
all these meeting not accountants
i just want to see them wires hitting
steady counting!
keep the money flowing like a fountain?
no check bouncing!
big furs big drip! on some queen sh*t
no snitch * plead 5th * ! i haven’t seen sh*t
these n*ggas hating
cause my money long
grandmas wanted to see me make it now she gone!
don perry ‘on. * just to get by
versace shades so you don’t see the cries
i keep the head high ladidadi
ice dripped off the audemar
think is time to show my ass
like it’s madigras
hook
i gotta couple of bad broads couple of fast cars she think she in a rafe cause she surrounded by mad stars i like that imma a chemist i make money off mad bars real hustler tripled up my figures from last march !!
you ant getting money can’t sit here
whole team getting money it’s a good year
you see the drive i ant got to stair i make one call to the pilot and we outta here
verse 2
i use to dream foreign cars
in front the garage
now i pull up in foreign
b*tches is no fisad *
tuck ya tail in burning feathers off the ducks and goose
these cartier’s is fitting right up in that mazi coup*
up in barneys
this is light work i’m letting loose
* show these b*tches how to ball they don’t have a clue *
my mini me’s tryna be me but in training wheels to i show you how to ball u know how it feel
what u know bout 7000 in mortgage bills * what u know about 7 inches on all ya hills *
red bottoms/ i can tell you how a murder feel. this sh*t real **** d*mnnnnnn
lose lips sink ships so we don’t talk much * pink slips for the v’s so we don’t walk much *
drop a bag * get em mad bet against the odds i don’t take orders *i’m the head b*tch
hook
i gotta couple of bad broads couple of fast cars she think she in a rafe cause she surrounded by mad stars i like that imma a chemist i make money off mad bars real hustler tripled up my figures from last march !!
you ant getting money can’t sit here
whole team getting money it’s a good year
Random Song Lyrics :
- samba (part. ricky martin) - claudia leitte lyrics
- her eyes stopped to cry - mistress of the dead lyrics
- campeiro feliz - os serranos lyrics
- me an my drum - swingfly lyrics
- frente ao mar - agnaldo rayol lyrics
- mr. funny man - nevershoutnever! lyrics
- when i grow up - tim minchin lyrics
- até quando isso vai durar - o nucleo lyrics
- i don't love you !? - koda kumi lyrics
- ninguém te ama como eu - viviane batidão lyrics