a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

fresh money - next up lyrics

[chorus]
rollin i’m rollin a blunt to the face they like since when u smoke now
i’ve always been up on these losers they prolly should know now
shout out my pirates out west oh they get it they get it
this year i been flexin so much and i ain’t even sweating
i never been 1 for the talkin. always been one to pop bottles n turn up the weekend
no need to jump out the whip. jus roll down the window it’s me and my brother we bleachin. grindin i’m grindin i’m grindin x2
man i’m on my grizzy

switchin lanes in da block bluster. it’s like a movie when i pull up on em. kush blowing it in fully loaded. flexin, on dem hataz ya dey had it comming. poppin bottles shawty down i jus let her pop it. she met a real g i let her fall in love wit. ridin dirty never fallin off. and niggas knowww when i got it on me
i’m on the go like on ur mark set
in the lot stuntin on my double park shit
all eyes on my on my pac shit
all gold wrist game like i’m pyrexin . whip it
i think i shoulda been a pilot
young boy on my fly shit
i see them boys tryna stunt around my click
but u can’t style on a stylist n i’m yellin f the world
[bridge]
i’m yellin f da world and that mean erybody
if u not my partna u another target
gettin faded of that xoooo
n my city say i’m next uuuuup

[chorus]

bad women goin loco
fam takin pictures i just do it for the promo
this for bo this for chubby shouts to bolo . bout to pop up off the rip u ain’t even really know tho
ok we winning shout to nu money
red numbers whole crew hunnid
same dude new b-tches love us
same scheme with a different method
whole team say i’m next up
they ain’t messing wit a real one
all my roadies caught m’s all these b-tches on m’s mufuka check the k!ll count
they ain’t talkin bout money they ain’t talkin bout the team those the only things i care bout those my woe’s from da jump i would vouch for every one fuck around and ima layem out
why them boys act like they bout it bout it
they ain’t bout it bout it
if it’s a problem problem then it’s on sight it’s just automatic. when the car p-ss u can smell the loud that shit all in traffic
gettin high i’m grindin, tryna make it out they say it’s all in timing

[chorus]

- fresh money lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS