Money Musik
Sometimes, it get sticky when some people see me (When they see me)
You might not see it, but just know I got it with me (Brr)
NAV Hendrix, I been gettin' high like Whitney (Gettin' high)
Fell in love with a L.A. stripper named Sydney (Ohh)
Bend it over, shake it, throw some racks on it (Yeah)
You know like I like a fat ass with some tats on it (Yeah)
She like my Amiris, she touch the patches on 'em (Ohh)
That ain't a hard on, I got my ratchet on me (Ohh)
Never forget when they used to clown on me (No)
Now they usin' fifteen plugins just to sound like me (Hah)
They can't afford these drugs, can't smoke a pound like me (Nah)
I get a lotta money, they can't count like me (No)
Water on my pinkie cost me rackies
My bro called shotgun, put her in the backseat
Robbed the plug for six pints, he tried to tax me
I don't answer one question twelve ask me
Bitch, we got big stitches like Iraqis
Bitch I'm an Indian, but not Apache
There's not a single brown boy that could attack me
Everything I say the truth, I'm never capping
Every time I step out, it's a movie
I just f*cked your ho, that was the last scene
Call up ten bad bitches, Call Casting
I ain't lookin' for a girlfriend, that's the last thing
Got on all Burberry, I look like a scammer
And I got a short temper
Had them young boys waitin' outside like some campers
Turn a G to a baby, put him back in Pampers
This a big nine, this ain't a taser
And my dress shirts cost more than my teacher's blazers
If you ain't talkin' money, see you later
Iced down middle fingers to my haters
Water on my pinkie cost me rackies
My bro called shotgun, put her in the backseat
Robbed the plug for six pints, he tried to tax me
I don't answer one question twelve ask me
Bitch, we got big stitches like Iraqis
Bitch I'm an Indian, but not Apache
There's not a single brown boy that could attack me
Everything I say the truth, I'm never capping
Euna - Capping Lyrics
Euna - Capping Lyrics
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Money Musik
Sometimes, it get sticky when some people see me (When they see me)
You might not see it, but just know I got it with me (Brr)
NAV Hendrix, I been gettin' high like Whitney (Gettin' high)
Fell in love with a L.A. stripper named Sydney (Ohh)
Bend it over, shake it, throw some racks on it (Yeah)
You know like I like a fat ass with some tats on it (Yeah)
She like my Amiris, she touch the patches on 'em (Ohh)
That ain't a hard on, I got my ratchet on me (Ohh)
Never forget when they used to clown on me (No)
Now they usin' fifteen plugins just to sound like me (Hah)
They can't afford these drugs, can't smoke a pound like me (Nah)
I get a lotta money, they can't count like me (No)
Water on my pinkie cost me rackies
My bro called shotgun, put her in the backseat
Robbed the plug for six pints, he tried to tax me
I don't answer one question twelve ask me
Bitch, we got big stitches like Iraqis
Bitch I'm an Indian, but not Apache
There's not a single brown boy that could attack me
Everything I say the truth, I'm never capping
Every time I step out, it's a movie
I just f*cked your ho, that was the last scene
Call up ten bad bitches, Call Casting
I ain't lookin' for a girlfriend, that's the last thing
Got on all Burberry, I look like a scammer
And I got a short temper
Had them young boys waitin' outside like some campers
Turn a G to a baby, put him back in Pampers
This a big nine, this ain't a taser
And my dress shirts cost more than my teacher's blazers
If you ain't talkin' money, see you later
Iced down middle fingers to my haters
Water on my pinkie cost me rackies
My bro called shotgun, put her in the backseat
Robbed the plug for six pints, he tried to tax me
I don't answer one question twelve ask me
Bitch, we got big stitches like Iraqis
Bitch I'm an Indian, but not Apache
There's not a single brown boy that could attack me
Everything I say the truth, I'm never capping
Sometimes, it get sticky when some people see me (When they see me)
You might not see it, but just know I got it with me (Brr)
NAV Hendrix, I been gettin' high like Whitney (Gettin' high)
Fell in love with a L.A. stripper named Sydney (Ohh)
Bend it over, shake it, throw some racks on it (Yeah)
You know like I like a fat ass with some tats on it (Yeah)
She like my Amiris, she touch the patches on 'em (Ohh)
That ain't a hard on, I got my ratchet on me (Ohh)
Never forget when they used to clown on me (No)
Now they usin' fifteen plugins just to sound like me (Hah)
They can't afford these drugs, can't smoke a pound like me (Nah)
I get a lotta money, they can't count like me (No)
Water on my pinkie cost me rackies
My bro called shotgun, put her in the backseat
Robbed the plug for six pints, he tried to tax me
I don't answer one question twelve ask me
Bitch, we got big stitches like Iraqis
Bitch I'm an Indian, but not Apache
There's not a single brown boy that could attack me
Everything I say the truth, I'm never capping
Every time I step out, it's a movie
I just f*cked your ho, that was the last scene
Call up ten bad bitches, Call Casting
I ain't lookin' for a girlfriend, that's the last thing
Got on all Burberry, I look like a scammer
And I got a short temper
Had them young boys waitin' outside like some campers
Turn a G to a baby, put him back in Pampers
This a big nine, this ain't a taser
And my dress shirts cost more than my teacher's blazers
If you ain't talkin' money, see you later
Iced down middle fingers to my haters
Water on my pinkie cost me rackies
My bro called shotgun, put her in the backseat
Robbed the plug for six pints, he tried to tax me
I don't answer one question twelve ask me
Bitch, we got big stitches like Iraqis
Bitch I'm an Indian, but not Apache
There's not a single brown boy that could attack me
Everything I say the truth, I'm never capping
Writer: Navraj Goraya
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