| 作曲 : b. williams、m. samuels、b. freeman、a. graham | |
| (feat. Drake, Bun B) [Birdman] | |
| Make it so fresh, | |
| YM, So fly so priceless, | |
| CMB bitch, | |
| Just another day on the | |
| Top floor of the balcony bitch, | |
| Live it how we live it, | |
| Mula, Drizzy, | |
| You what it is, young appreciate that, | |
| Its big money poppin baby boy, | |
| Aint none of that lil biddy, | |
| More, mo more milli, | |
| More, mo more milli, | |
| Yeah, pearl white candy paint job fly, | |
| Big timer on the loose, | |
| Got a bitch riding five, | |
| And everytime | |
| I pull up you know | |
| I'm iced up, | |
| When I step up in the club | |
| I light the bitch up, | |
| Back on my saddle throwing purple out the truck, | |
| Candy paint rally stripe shining like us, | |
| Pearly white maybach, hatchback automatic straps stash spots under the rack, | |
| Bitch, ready to spray that, | |
| Foreign grinds hard times, | |
| Getting mines, you know up town, | |
| Big time doing time, | |
| You know, | |
| Harley Davis baby, | |
| Cash money is pay me so you pay me how it weigh, | |
| Baby, black, gold, 100 mill off the floor, | |
| Never told now you know how it go bitch, | |
| One hundred, one hundred, [Drake] | |
| Yeah Your now ****ing with the most requested, | |
| The young nigga that everybody is so obsessed with, | |
| And black on black 62 float majestic, | |
| Me and stunna in it, boy | |
| I'm just so connected, | |
| Caught up in a popularity contest, | |
| Its about to reach my dreams and | |
| I ain't even got my arms stretched, | |
| Thank me later first week | |
| I'm taking all bets, | |
| Because a million copies isn't really far fetched, | |
| I keep credit cards in cash knots, | |
| I keep my darkest shades on til the flash stops, | |
| Its for my | |
| LA girls getting them implants, | |
| And all my | |
| DC girls getting them ass shots, | |
| Got em for a reason shortie, go ahead buss it open, | |
| I keep a secret baby, nothings heard when nothings spoken, | |
| Haters talk it like my buzz isn't enough promotion, | |
| And I just lost a | |
| Gucci sandal in the ****ing ocean, | |
| Damn, I guess the problems of a teen star, | |
| Are all that fuels the conversations between y'all, | |
| And dog thats funny, pay me what you owe me nigga, | |
| All cash money. |
| zuo qu : b. williams m. samuels b. freeman a. graham | |
| feat. Drake, Bun B Birdman | |
| Make it so fresh, | |
| YM, So fly so priceless, | |
| CMB bitch, | |
| Just another day on the | |
| Top floor of the balcony bitch, | |
| Live it how we live it, | |
| Mula, Drizzy, | |
| You what it is, young appreciate that, | |
| Its big money poppin baby boy, | |
| Aint none of that lil biddy, | |
| More, mo more milli, | |
| More, mo more milli, | |
| Yeah, pearl white candy paint job fly, | |
| Big timer on the loose, | |
| Got a bitch riding five, | |
| And everytime | |
| I pull up you know | |
| I' m iced up, | |
| When I step up in the club | |
| I light the bitch up, | |
| Back on my saddle throwing purple out the truck, | |
| Candy paint rally stripe shining like us, | |
| Pearly white maybach, hatchback automatic straps stash spots under the rack, | |
| Bitch, ready to spray that, | |
| Foreign grinds hard times, | |
| Getting mines, you know up town, | |
| Big time doing time, | |
| You know, | |
| Harley Davis baby, | |
| Cash money is pay me so you pay me how it weigh, | |
| Baby, black, gold, 100 mill off the floor, | |
| Never told now you know how it go bitch, | |
| One hundred, one hundred, Drake | |
| Yeah Your now ing with the most requested, | |
| The young nigga that everybody is so obsessed with, | |
| And black on black 62 float majestic, | |
| Me and stunna in it, boy | |
| I' m just so connected, | |
| Caught up in a popularity contest, | |
| Its about to reach my dreams and | |
| I ain' t even got my arms stretched, | |
| Thank me later first week | |
| I' m taking all bets, | |
| Because a million copies isn' t really far fetched, | |
| I keep credit cards in cash knots, | |
| I keep my darkest shades on til the flash stops, | |
| Its for my | |
| LA girls getting them implants, | |
| And all my | |
| DC girls getting them ass shots, | |
| Got em for a reason shortie, go ahead buss it open, | |
| I keep a secret baby, nothings heard when nothings spoken, | |
| Haters talk it like my buzz isn' t enough promotion, | |
| And I just lost a | |
| Gucci sandal in the ing ocean, | |
| Damn, I guess the problems of a teen star, | |
| Are all that fuels the conversations between y' all, | |
| And dog thats funny, pay me what you owe me nigga, | |
| All cash money. |
| zuò qǔ : b. williams m. samuels b. freeman a. graham | |
| feat. Drake, Bun B Birdman | |
| Make it so fresh, | |
| YM, So fly so priceless, | |
| CMB bitch, | |
| Just another day on the | |
| Top floor of the balcony bitch, | |
| Live it how we live it, | |
| Mula, Drizzy, | |
| You what it is, young appreciate that, | |
| Its big money poppin baby boy, | |
| Aint none of that lil biddy, | |
| More, mo more milli, | |
| More, mo more milli, | |
| Yeah, pearl white candy paint job fly, | |
| Big timer on the loose, | |
| Got a bitch riding five, | |
| And everytime | |
| I pull up you know | |
| I' m iced up, | |
| When I step up in the club | |
| I light the bitch up, | |
| Back on my saddle throwing purple out the truck, | |
| Candy paint rally stripe shining like us, | |
| Pearly white maybach, hatchback automatic straps stash spots under the rack, | |
| Bitch, ready to spray that, | |
| Foreign grinds hard times, | |
| Getting mines, you know up town, | |
| Big time doing time, | |
| You know, | |
| Harley Davis baby, | |
| Cash money is pay me so you pay me how it weigh, | |
| Baby, black, gold, 100 mill off the floor, | |
| Never told now you know how it go bitch, | |
| One hundred, one hundred, Drake | |
| Yeah Your now ing with the most requested, | |
| The young nigga that everybody is so obsessed with, | |
| And black on black 62 float majestic, | |
| Me and stunna in it, boy | |
| I' m just so connected, | |
| Caught up in a popularity contest, | |
| Its about to reach my dreams and | |
| I ain' t even got my arms stretched, | |
| Thank me later first week | |
| I' m taking all bets, | |
| Because a million copies isn' t really far fetched, | |
| I keep credit cards in cash knots, | |
| I keep my darkest shades on til the flash stops, | |
| Its for my | |
| LA girls getting them implants, | |
| And all my | |
| DC girls getting them ass shots, | |
| Got em for a reason shortie, go ahead buss it open, | |
| I keep a secret baby, nothings heard when nothings spoken, | |
| Haters talk it like my buzz isn' t enough promotion, | |
| And I just lost a | |
| Gucci sandal in the ing ocean, | |
| Damn, I guess the problems of a teen star, | |
| Are all that fuels the conversations between y' all, | |
| And dog thats funny, pay me what you owe me nigga, | |
| All cash money. |
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