My Word - Chasethemoney

My Word - Chasethemoney

Год
2020
Язык
`English`
Длительность
179880

Below is the lyrics of the song My Word , artist - Chasethemoney with translation

Lyrics " My Word "

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My Word

Chasethemoney

That’s the sauce, four ounce

I’mma pour this shit out, uh, yeah

That’s my word, uh

Get it to work, hop in the whip and skrrt out

Yeah, uh, popped two perkies then get lost

Fucking up the climate with the exhuast

Now, woah, that’s my word, uh

Get it to work, hop in the whip and skrrt out

Yeah, woah

Not too many like me

Bitches on my dick, you can check their IG

Your ho so legit, but she can’t be my wife

I put the lean on ice, I put the perc in the Sprite

We going up, we going up, we going up with the

Ride in the fast car, treat the bitch like a Nascar

Racking Gucci and Goyard, playing bitches like basketball

Ride with the team like Dontai, oh

Fuck with the gang, you bound to fall

I’m with the lean and percs and all

We talk about money, we stand it up

That’s the sauce, four ounce

I’mma pour this shit out, uh, yeah

That’s my word, uh

Get it to work, hop in the whip and skrrt out

Yeah, uh, popped two perkies then get lost

Fucking up the climate with the exhuast

Now, woah, that’s my word, uh

Get it to work, hop in the whip and skrrt out (Skrrt, yeah, woah)

I skrrt’ed out (Skrrt'ed out)

Fuck all the clout, a nigga get popped for word of mouth (Word of mouth)

I let your girl, her sister, her momma come clean up the house (Come clean up

the house)

60 fit in the penthouse, sleep they gon' sleep on the mountain (Sleep on the

mountain)

I gotta cover my fingers and now the machine gotta count it (Count it)

Hop in the two-door Audi (Audi)

Bangers like Bobby and Rowdy (Rowdy)

All of your diamonds are clouty (Clouty)

I got some family attire (Attire)

Play with that money (Play with that money)

I heard you down like a bounty (Huh)

A lot of blue hunnids (A lot of blue hunnids)

I know a plug with attire (Plug)

Fendi garments, your ho want it, ain’t got no stylist

Only foreigns, and my keys, they all wireless (Wireless)

She say she boring, but I be thinking her life wildin' (Wildin')

They see me coming (Coming), when I landed it was private (Private)

I wear Louis V so I feel godly (Godly)

Ice all on my wrist and they gon' hope I don’t catch a body (A body)

Drip on me, my boss’ll be Versace (Versace)

Young ho not so saucy, Teriyaki

That’s the sauce, four ounce

I’mma pour this shit out, uh, yeah

That’s my word, uh

Get it to work, hop in the whip and skrrt out

Yeah, uh, popped two perkies then get lost

Fucking up the climate with the exhuast

Now, woah, that’s my word, uh

Get it to work, hop in the whip and skrrt out

Yeah, woah

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