jayy queezy – gingerella lyrics
when i pour up got lean in my gingerella
we some young n-gg-s come and take your cinderella
chasing money we don’t care about the weather
all of my boys give out smoke kush and them cigarellas
we making this money we making it
ya’ll boys ya’ll broke and ya’ll faking it
ya’ll flashing ya’ll chains my boys taking it my boys just like chefs they be baking whip
i had to work through the struggle
no dad the streets taught the hustle
money and stripes just like russell
these thotties just wanna finesse you
police just wanna arrest you
more money bullsh-t off my schedule
boogie girl i bagged and ran through
she was loose i just slid through
when i blow the whistle
my boys gone come and dismiss you
they ain’t talking solve the issue
boys want clout they gone diss you
they jocking the style remixing
i’m thinking bout hitting the kitchen
then hitting my plug for a mission
i need more money like a extension
when i was youngings always stayed on suspension
when i hit a million give to my old school project buildings
from the city of chicago where everybody getting mentioned
goons want you they gone find you they got perfect they won’t miss you
gingerella in my lean
and my diamonds from the rough
like strip clubs in the chi either be tough or get bust
i a never ever fold i never ever told
if my boy do hit pay his bail and get him parole
when i pour up got lean in my gingerella
we some young n-gg-s come and take your cinderella
chasing money we don’t care about the weather
all of my boys give out smoke kush and them cigarellas
we making this money we making it
ya’ll boys ya’ll broke and ya’ll faking it
ya’ll flashing ya’ll chains my boys taking it my boys just like chefs they be baking whip
keep some baddies by my side
they all savage gone ride
goal to be like barack black man calling shots
boys be pillow talking
that’s the bruford way of taking shots
i gotta get all of this money
no time for posting on the block
when all the money came
i was still saying f-ck the fame
you sold out for some change
in god i trust won’t change my lane
hard to recognize real goons
cause everybody carrying tools
some of your dogs gone change
keep real around can’t f-ck with fu
never stop bill chasing the world is ours for the taking
swear i love them dark females got a badd chick she jamaican
in the club lean dranking throwing bands big tipping
keep rolls peter griffin
keep my mouth sealed don’t answer questions
people rocking with the feds putting price tags on our heads
i want more i stayed hustling
i’m just tryna ball
stack my money john wall
i wanna come up
i don’t never ever wanna fall
when i pour up got lean in my gingerella
we some young n-gg-s come and take your cinderella
chasing money we don’t care about the weather
all of my boys give out smoke kush and them cigarellas
we making this money we making it
ya’ll boys ya’ll broke and ya’ll faking it
ya’ll flashing ya’ll chains my boys taking it my boys just like chefs they be baking whip
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