Paramount Lyrics
| Song | Paramount |
| Artist | Nimic Revenue |
| Album | Paramount |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Worldpremeria Edwards/Colin Franken | |
| 作曲 : Worldpremeria Edwards/Colin Franken | |
| [Intro] | |
| Uh, woo | |
| Revenue Gang | |
| AWLORN, yeah | |
| (Frankie, yeah) | |
| Hey, yeah | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Uh, stars in the ceiling, on my wrist, and on my neck, ayy | |
| Told 'em just be patient but they split before the check, ayy | |
| They say talk is cheap, I promise I don't owe no debts, ayy | |
| They say come with it and I did, run my respect | |
| Ooh, my respect, yeah | |
| Niggas leaving comments 'cause they ain't out getting commas, yeah | |
| You ain't no threat, ayy | |
| Niggas leaving comments 'cause they ain't out getting commas, yeah | |
| [Verse 1] | |
| You, you don't make no bread (No bread) | |
| Thoughts of Nimic all in your head | |
| Your bitch know it too, I'm all in her bed | |
| If niggas upset me, rewind what I said | |
| Why they hate on me? Get some commas instead (Mhm) | |
| I'll stay real 'til the day I'm dead | |
| I'll climb to the top, y'all can keep my legs | |
| She wanna touch the moon, I showed her how to put her legs up | |
| She know I'm a baller and this shit is just a layup | |
| So baby, welcome to the game, just met the number one player | |
| Sit you courtside so you know that I ain't playin' | |
| Ayy, you searchin' for me, girl, I been prayin' (I been prayin') | |
| Open sesame, yeah, I'm tryna praise it (Uh) | |
| These hoes obsessed with me and I know that you hate it | |
| I got hoes, but baby girl, you're my favorite | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Uh, stars in the ceiling, on my wrist, and on my neck, ayy | |
| Told 'em just be patient but they split before the check, ayy | |
| They say talk is cheap, I promise I don't owe no debts, ayy | |
| They say come with it and I did, run my respect | |
| Ooh, my respect, yeah | |
| Niggas leaving comments 'cause they ain't out getting commas, yeah | |
| You ain't no threat, ayy | |
| Niggas leaving comments 'cause they ain't out getting commas, yeah | |
| [Verse 2] | |
| I've been smoking all night and day | |
| 'Bout to drown, these niggas tryna ride the wave (Drown these niggas) | |
| I feel like I smoke my life away | |
| I could do more than I can say (Yeah) | |
| I can stuff more in my pocket, ayy | |
| This trap, I did pop yesterday | |
| Silent moves, yeah, they all wanna investigate | |
| But they got a reason to feel this way | |
| Look how fat my pocket is | |
| I was one inch off, and I knocked it in | |
| Got in my hours, I clocked 'em in | |
| Got a new gun, restocked again | |
| He flexin', then we robbin' him | |
| They new, then we coppin' them | |
| It's Revenue Gang, no stoppin' them | |
| Frankie the plug, go shop with him (Yeah) | |
| [Chorus] | |
| Uh, stars in the ceiling, on my wrist, and on my neck, ayy | |
| Told 'em just be patient but they split before the check, ayy | |
| They say talk is cheap, I promise I don't owe no debts, ayy | |
| They say come with it and I did, run my respect | |
| Ooh, my respect, yeah (My respect) | |
| Niggas leaving comments 'cause they ain't out getting commas, yeah | |
| You ain't no threat, ayy | |
| Niggas leaving comments 'cause they ain't out getting commas, yeah |
| zuo ci : Worldpremeria Edwards Colin Franken | |
| zuo qu : Worldpremeria Edwards Colin Franken | |
| Intro | |
| Uh, woo | |
| Revenue Gang | |
| AWLORN, yeah | |
| Frankie, yeah | |
| Hey, yeah | |
| Chorus | |
| Uh, stars in the ceiling, on my wrist, and on my neck, ayy | |
| Told ' em just be patient but they split before the check, ayy | |
| They say talk is cheap, I promise I don' t owe no debts, ayy | |
| They say come with it and I did, run my respect | |
| Ooh, my respect, yeah | |
| Niggas leaving comments ' cause they ain' t out getting commas, yeah | |
| You ain' t no threat, ayy | |
| Niggas leaving comments ' cause they ain' t out getting commas, yeah | |
| Verse 1 | |
| You, you don' t make no bread No bread | |
| Thoughts of Nimic all in your head | |
| Your bitch know it too, I' m all in her bed | |
| If niggas upset me, rewind what I said | |
| Why they hate on me? Get some commas instead Mhm | |
| I' ll stay real ' til the day I' m dead | |
| I' ll climb to the top, y' all can keep my legs | |
| She wanna touch the moon, I showed her how to put her legs up | |
| She know I' m a baller and this shit is just a layup | |
| So baby, welcome to the game, just met the number one player | |
| Sit you courtside so you know that I ain' t playin' | |
| Ayy, you searchin' for me, girl, I been prayin' I been prayin' | |
| Open sesame, yeah, I' m tryna praise it Uh | |
| These hoes obsessed with me and I know that you hate it | |
| I got hoes, but baby girl, you' re my favorite | |
| Chorus | |
| Uh, stars in the ceiling, on my wrist, and on my neck, ayy | |
| Told ' em just be patient but they split before the check, ayy | |
| They say talk is cheap, I promise I don' t owe no debts, ayy | |
| They say come with it and I did, run my respect | |
| Ooh, my respect, yeah | |
| Niggas leaving comments ' cause they ain' t out getting commas, yeah | |
| You ain' t no threat, ayy | |
| Niggas leaving comments ' cause they ain' t out getting commas, yeah | |
| Verse 2 | |
| I' ve been smoking all night and day | |
| ' Bout to drown, these niggas tryna ride the wave Drown these niggas | |
| I feel like I smoke my life away | |
| I could do more than I can say Yeah | |
| I can stuff more in my pocket, ayy | |
| This trap, I did pop yesterday | |
| Silent moves, yeah, they all wanna investigate | |
| But they got a reason to feel this way | |
| Look how fat my pocket is | |
| I was one inch off, and I knocked it in | |
| Got in my hours, I clocked ' em in | |
| Got a new gun, restocked again | |
| He flexin', then we robbin' him | |
| They new, then we coppin' them | |
| It' s Revenue Gang, no stoppin' them | |
| Frankie the plug, go shop with him Yeah | |
| Chorus | |
| Uh, stars in the ceiling, on my wrist, and on my neck, ayy | |
| Told ' em just be patient but they split before the check, ayy | |
| They say talk is cheap, I promise I don' t owe no debts, ayy | |
| They say come with it and I did, run my respect | |
| Ooh, my respect, yeah My respect | |
| Niggas leaving comments ' cause they ain' t out getting commas, yeah | |
| You ain' t no threat, ayy | |
| Niggas leaving comments ' cause they ain' t out getting commas, yeah |
| zuò cí : Worldpremeria Edwards Colin Franken | |
| zuò qǔ : Worldpremeria Edwards Colin Franken | |
| Intro | |
| Uh, woo | |
| Revenue Gang | |
| AWLORN, yeah | |
| Frankie, yeah | |
| Hey, yeah | |
| Chorus | |
| Uh, stars in the ceiling, on my wrist, and on my neck, ayy | |
| Told ' em just be patient but they split before the check, ayy | |
| They say talk is cheap, I promise I don' t owe no debts, ayy | |
| They say come with it and I did, run my respect | |
| Ooh, my respect, yeah | |
| Niggas leaving comments ' cause they ain' t out getting commas, yeah | |
| You ain' t no threat, ayy | |
| Niggas leaving comments ' cause they ain' t out getting commas, yeah | |
| Verse 1 | |
| You, you don' t make no bread No bread | |
| Thoughts of Nimic all in your head | |
| Your bitch know it too, I' m all in her bed | |
| If niggas upset me, rewind what I said | |
| Why they hate on me? Get some commas instead Mhm | |
| I' ll stay real ' til the day I' m dead | |
| I' ll climb to the top, y' all can keep my legs | |
| She wanna touch the moon, I showed her how to put her legs up | |
| She know I' m a baller and this shit is just a layup | |
| So baby, welcome to the game, just met the number one player | |
| Sit you courtside so you know that I ain' t playin' | |
| Ayy, you searchin' for me, girl, I been prayin' I been prayin' | |
| Open sesame, yeah, I' m tryna praise it Uh | |
| These hoes obsessed with me and I know that you hate it | |
| I got hoes, but baby girl, you' re my favorite | |
| Chorus | |
| Uh, stars in the ceiling, on my wrist, and on my neck, ayy | |
| Told ' em just be patient but they split before the check, ayy | |
| They say talk is cheap, I promise I don' t owe no debts, ayy | |
| They say come with it and I did, run my respect | |
| Ooh, my respect, yeah | |
| Niggas leaving comments ' cause they ain' t out getting commas, yeah | |
| You ain' t no threat, ayy | |
| Niggas leaving comments ' cause they ain' t out getting commas, yeah | |
| Verse 2 | |
| I' ve been smoking all night and day | |
| ' Bout to drown, these niggas tryna ride the wave Drown these niggas | |
| I feel like I smoke my life away | |
| I could do more than I can say Yeah | |
| I can stuff more in my pocket, ayy | |
| This trap, I did pop yesterday | |
| Silent moves, yeah, they all wanna investigate | |
| But they got a reason to feel this way | |
| Look how fat my pocket is | |
| I was one inch off, and I knocked it in | |
| Got in my hours, I clocked ' em in | |
| Got a new gun, restocked again | |
| He flexin', then we robbin' him | |
| They new, then we coppin' them | |
| It' s Revenue Gang, no stoppin' them | |
| Frankie the plug, go shop with him Yeah | |
| Chorus | |
| Uh, stars in the ceiling, on my wrist, and on my neck, ayy | |
| Told ' em just be patient but they split before the check, ayy | |
| They say talk is cheap, I promise I don' t owe no debts, ayy | |
| They say come with it and I did, run my respect | |
| Ooh, my respect, yeah My respect | |
| Niggas leaving comments ' cause they ain' t out getting commas, yeah | |
| You ain' t no threat, ayy | |
| Niggas leaving comments ' cause they ain' t out getting commas, yeah |
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