L'Argent
Huh, Skoo baby
Step correct
I really don't need no ice on my neck
Lizzy my language, bitch, show me respect
Need a Skoo island, like fuck a Patek
Niggas was mad when I told them I'm next
That's why I cant let them see none my cheque
My homie died, but he lives, I'm a vessel
Tell my lil' brother I won't let them get you
Fuck the streets and the system, they both took my niggas
Run through the bands, I can't fold none my digits
She want hold my hand 'cause she know how I'm living
Tell 'em pull up man they know that I'm wit' it, I'm wit' it, I'm wit' it
I need the mula, the digits, the digits, the l'argent
I need the mula, the digits, the digits, the l'argent
Fuck the streets and the system, they both took my niggas
Run through the bands, I can't fold none my digits
She want hold my hand 'cause she know how I'm living
Tell 'em pull up man they know that I'm wit' it, I'm wit' it, I'm wit' it
I need the mula, the digits, the digits, the l'argent
I need the mula, the digits, the digits, the l'argent
Every day go to the moon
The drugs set me free
Baby girl, look at you
Baby girl, you really make me weak
But don't step on my sneaks
She wanna know why we don't speak
'Cause I've been in the studio for weeks
And she took a sip of what's in my cup
I know she felt that shit for weeks
I love Lizzy, like bees loving honey
So fuck the materials, you know I'm paper chasing
I got brothers could never go hungry
That's cause I got money
Just praying they beat their cases
Ooh, damn
Lil' ma I could be in your arms for ages
I gotta leave just right after you take this
'Cause I gotta get to this l'argent
Fuck the streets and the system, they both took my niggas
Run through the bands, I can't fold none my digits
She want hold my hand 'cause she know how I'm living
Tell 'em pull up man they know that I'm wit' it, I'm wit' it, I'm wit' it
I need the mula, the digits, the digits, the l'argent
I need the mula, the digits, the digits, the l'argent
Fuck the streets and the system, they both took my niggas
Run through the bands, I can't fold none my digits
She want hold my hand 'cause she know how I'm living
Tell 'em pull up man they know that I'm wit' it, I'm wit' it, I'm wit' it
I need the mula, the digits, the digits, the l'argent
I need the mula, the digits, the digits, the l'argent
Step correct
I really don't need no ice on my neck
Lizzy my language, bitch, show me respect
Need a Skoo island, like fuck a Patek
Niggas was mad when I told them I'm next
That's why I cant let them see none my cheque
My homie died, but he lives, I'm a vessel
Tell my lil' brother I won't let them get you
Fuck the streets and the system, they both took my niggas
Run through the bands, I can't fold none my digits
She want hold my hand 'cause she know how I'm living
Tell 'em pull up man they know that I'm wit' it, I'm wit' it, I'm wit' it
I need the mula, the digits, the digits, the l'argent
I need the mula, the digits, the digits, the l'argent
Fuck the streets and the system, they both took my niggas
Run through the bands, I can't fold none my digits
She want hold my hand 'cause she know how I'm living
Tell 'em pull up man they know that I'm wit' it, I'm wit' it, I'm wit' it
I need the mula, the digits, the digits, the l'argent
I need the mula, the digits, the digits, the l'argent
Every day go to the moon
The drugs set me free
Baby girl, look at you
Baby girl, you really make me weak
But don't step on my sneaks
She wanna know why we don't speak
'Cause I've been in the studio for weeks
And she took a sip of what's in my cup
I know she felt that shit for weeks
I love Lizzy, like bees loving honey
So fuck the materials, you know I'm paper chasing
I got brothers could never go hungry
That's cause I got money
Just praying they beat their cases
Ooh, damn
Lil' ma I could be in your arms for ages
I gotta leave just right after you take this
'Cause I gotta get to this l'argent
Fuck the streets and the system, they both took my niggas
Run through the bands, I can't fold none my digits
She want hold my hand 'cause she know how I'm living
Tell 'em pull up man they know that I'm wit' it, I'm wit' it, I'm wit' it
I need the mula, the digits, the digits, the l'argent
I need the mula, the digits, the digits, the l'argent
Fuck the streets and the system, they both took my niggas
Run through the bands, I can't fold none my digits
She want hold my hand 'cause she know how I'm living
Tell 'em pull up man they know that I'm wit' it, I'm wit' it, I'm wit' it
I need the mula, the digits, the digits, the l'argent
I need the mula, the digits, the digits, the l'argent
Credits
Writer(s): Jordan Day Reid
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.