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Confetti Video (MV)




Performed By: Ala Cash
Language: English
Length: 3:38
Written by: Francesco Benjamin, Mondre Clinton




Ala Cash - Confetti Lyrics
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Ok
Whoa
Run Up A Millie
Yeah
I cannot f*ck with these niggas
Cause most of these niggas be tellin
I cannot f*ck with these bitches
Alot of these bitches be messy
You see them broke niggas they jealous
Cause i got the rollie the presi
A hunna racks up in the club
Tell them bad bitches we ready
Yeah tell them bad bitches we ready
We pop out them bottles they bring out confetti
You know these f*ck niggas they jealous
We pop at these niggas like tommy from belly
Im boutta run up a millie now
I got the power Im feeling like 50
I throw these rack at the ceiling
We spending this money they think that we dealing
Yeah follow the leader
Bitch on my dick cause she love my demeanor
Yeah i got her feening
Dick in er back when she walk she be limping
Yeah cant catch me slippin
I got the fi it be needing attention
Yeah I gotta shake it
Keep it on me just in case theres some tension
Whole lotta niggas aint seen in a minute
F*ck all these niggas i roll independent
Benz panoramic inside peanut butter
Drippin riding round while its illegal tinted
Run with the pack until the whole thing finished
I move it round thats a whole lotta business
I get that back talkin hunna percentage
Got nun to lose im a young living legend
See i cannot f*ck with these niggas im cut a little different
I stay in my bubble and im minding my business
Im stuck to the grind and im calling
The shots never asked for no favors
The Lord is my witness
It aint bout the money no cap i aint listening
If its war that they want imma go i aint sitting
Never f*ck with these bitches alot of em pretenders
Not focused on small shit thats not on my agenda
You see them broke niggas they jealous
Cause i got the rollie the presi
Ain't got enough time to waste Im building
So let these niggas know im ready
Been a hunna bout my shit im one in a million
That means sumn to me
Niggas is out here just sounding the same
Who the f*ck gave these niggas a beat
I cannot f*ck with these niggas
Cause most of these niggas be tellin
I cannot f*ck with these bitches
Alot of these bitches be messy
You see them broke niggas they jealous
Cause i got the rollie the presi
A hunna racks up in the club
Tell them bad bitches we ready
Yeah tell them bad bitches we ready
We pop out them bottles they bring out confetti
You know these f*ck niggas they jealous
We pop at these niggas like tommy from belly
Im boutta run up a millie now
I got the power Im feeling like 50
I throw these rack at the ceiling
We spending this money they think that we dealing
Rollie on me nigga money on me
Piranha commas nigga money hungry
Bitches on me man these bitches want me
Take em home and then we have a orgy
Run up the racks, f*ck up a sack go get it back
Bust me a play nigga that's stacks nigga that's facts
I get money nigga f*ck a deal
Cop a pack like we copper field
Niggas talking bout they poppin pills
Pussy niggas never popped a seal
My shooters banging when they cock the steal
Tommy Egan boy these choppers real
Taking money where the f*cking mills
He took his mask off shit got real
I'm bout to hop on his bitch
She bout to hop on my dick
She gonna f*ck me for free
Even though she know I'm rich
The bottles keep coming
The money we throwing
We put on a show with this shit
We running it up
We f*cking it up
I think I'm in love with this shit
I cannot f*ck with these niggas
Cause most of these niggas be tellin
I cannot f*ck with these bitches
Alot of these bitches be messy
You see them broke niggas they jealous
Cause i got the rollie the presi
A hunna racks up in the club
Tell them bad bitches we ready
Yeah tell them bad bitches we ready
We pop out them bottles they bring out confetti
You know these f*ck niggas they jealous
We pop at these niggas like tommy from belly
Im boutta run up a millie now
I got the power Im feeling like 50
I throw these rack at the ceiling
We spending this money they think that we dealing
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English

Ok
Whoa
Run Up A Millie
Yeah
I cannot f*ck with these niggas
Cause most of these niggas be tellin
I cannot f*ck with these bitches
Alot of these bitches be messy
You see them broke niggas they jealous
Cause i got the rollie the presi
A hunna racks up in the club
Tell them bad bitches we ready
Yeah tell them bad bitches we ready
We pop out them bottles they bring out confetti
You know these f*ck niggas they jealous
We pop at these niggas like tommy from belly
Im boutta run up a millie now
I got the power Im feeling like 50
I throw these rack at the ceiling
We spending this money they think that we dealing
Yeah follow the leader
Bitch on my dick cause she love my demeanor
Yeah i got her feening
Dick in er back when she walk she be limping
Yeah cant catch me slippin
I got the fi it be needing attention
Yeah I gotta shake it
Keep it on me just in case theres some tension
Whole lotta niggas aint seen in a minute
F*ck all these niggas i roll independent
Benz panoramic inside peanut butter
Drippin riding round while its illegal tinted
Run with the pack until the whole thing finished
I move it round thats a whole lotta business
I get that back talkin hunna percentage
Got nun to lose im a young living legend
See i cannot f*ck with these niggas im cut a little different
I stay in my bubble and im minding my business
Im stuck to the grind and im calling
The shots never asked for no favors
The Lord is my witness
It aint bout the money no cap i aint listening
If its war that they want imma go i aint sitting
Never f*ck with these bitches alot of em pretenders
Not focused on small shit thats not on my agenda
You see them broke niggas they jealous
Cause i got the rollie the presi
Ain't got enough time to waste Im building
So let these niggas know im ready
Been a hunna bout my shit im one in a million
That means sumn to me
Niggas is out here just sounding the same
Who the f*ck gave these niggas a beat
I cannot f*ck with these niggas
Cause most of these niggas be tellin
I cannot f*ck with these bitches
Alot of these bitches be messy
You see them broke niggas they jealous
Cause i got the rollie the presi
A hunna racks up in the club
Tell them bad bitches we ready
Yeah tell them bad bitches we ready
We pop out them bottles they bring out confetti
You know these f*ck niggas they jealous
We pop at these niggas like tommy from belly
Im boutta run up a millie now
I got the power Im feeling like 50
I throw these rack at the ceiling
We spending this money they think that we dealing
Rollie on me nigga money on me
Piranha commas nigga money hungry
Bitches on me man these bitches want me
Take em home and then we have a orgy
Run up the racks, f*ck up a sack go get it back
Bust me a play nigga that's stacks nigga that's facts
I get money nigga f*ck a deal
Cop a pack like we copper field
Niggas talking bout they poppin pills
Pussy niggas never popped a seal
My shooters banging when they cock the steal
Tommy Egan boy these choppers real
Taking money where the f*cking mills
He took his mask off shit got real
I'm bout to hop on his bitch
She bout to hop on my dick
She gonna f*ck me for free
Even though she know I'm rich
The bottles keep coming
The money we throwing
We put on a show with this shit
We running it up
We f*cking it up
I think I'm in love with this shit
I cannot f*ck with these niggas
Cause most of these niggas be tellin
I cannot f*ck with these bitches
Alot of these bitches be messy
You see them broke niggas they jealous
Cause i got the rollie the presi
A hunna racks up in the club
Tell them bad bitches we ready
Yeah tell them bad bitches we ready
We pop out them bottles they bring out confetti
You know these f*ck niggas they jealous
We pop at these niggas like tommy from belly
Im boutta run up a millie now
I got the power Im feeling like 50
I throw these rack at the ceiling
We spending this money they think that we dealing
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Writer: Francesco Benjamin, Mondre Clinton
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