Money up (feat. 2 Chainz, Hofa Bang & Chris Knite) - Emerson Windy, 2 Chainz, Hofa Bang

Money up (feat. 2 Chainz, Hofa Bang & Chris Knite) - Emerson Windy, 2 Chainz, Hofa Bang

Альбом
Herojuana
Год
2014
Язык
`English`
Длительность
280480

Below is the lyrics of the song Money up (feat. 2 Chainz, Hofa Bang & Chris Knite) , artist - Emerson Windy, 2 Chainz, Hofa Bang with translation

Lyrics " Money up (feat. 2 Chainz, Hofa Bang & Chris Knite) "

Original text with translation

Money up (feat. 2 Chainz, Hofa Bang & Chris Knite)

Emerson Windy, 2 Chainz, Hofa Bang

I got these diamonds all in my chains

Haters wanna know where I got my money from

My money from

My money from

My money from

Ain’t never been a lame (aye)

Life still the same, just got my money up

My money up

My money up (now we bout to spend)

Bout to hit the club until we smash out

Buying up the bar until we pass out (money up)

I’m know I’m star until I cash out

I got my money up

My money up

My money up

My money up

(Oside)

I got these diamonds all in my grill ho

I keep Benjamins in my billfold

My family’s what I kill for

They call me Emerson Windy bitch you know

Hip hop is what I do it for

Put a milli up on that YouTube

I’m on the airwaves I get airplay

They call airplanes, I’m famous (Awww Yeah)

Whoop

Don’t blame me, that’s the way the O raised me

I’m a baller baby, I do what I like so that’s why you’ll never change me

See I can grab my nuts while you boo-hoo and that’s something you can’t do

You mad at me?

You should be mad at god cuz that’s the way the dude made you

One ring, two ring, pinky ring three

I’m from the west coast where them niggas ride on them gold Ds on 3s

I got these diamonds all in my chain

I got loud, I got dope for sale

They call me Windy Boy, that Weedman

I hand to hand my dope, Awww Yeah

Windy

Now why they hating on me

Wave hi on my hiatus

Bag ya bitch just like a bag of chips

Give her greasy lips

Then I frito lay it

Stack chips, I chase cheese

Like Chester Cheetah with cheesy fingers

Now hold up

Wait one second

You need to ketchup (catch up)

Scary nigga you a chicken finger

Now put yo tail between your legs and hide your head like and ostrich (oh yeah)

I’m on one like a toilet bowl that I’m shittin on sitting on the potty

Your money’s so underage that it needs a baby sitter

And if your jealousy had a flavor

It would probably have the twangy taste of mixed salt and vinegar

Now ask Carmen San Diego where the fuq is your money (oh yeah)

On the same place where unicorns live

And that rare as hell in Never Land

On a magic school bus with Peter Pan

Money old like Puff the Dragon

Make a wish

Close your eyes

And blow my dick like a birthday candle

2+ million lyrics

Songs in different languages

Translations

High-quality translations into all languages

Quick search

Find the texts you need in seconds