- w ego where ever we want 歌詞 Ne-Yo French Montana Raekwon
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- Ne-Yo French Montana Raekwon
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Yeah
Its time for the smoke and mirrors to come down
Niggas be talkin, but they dont be livin that shit
A whole lotta deception goin on it the world
Its Original Bad Boy Gang, nigga
Check this out
Click, clack
Bang, bang
Diamond Range Rover
Chains like a dope dealer
Fourth quarter player
Three quarter chinchilla
Gold chains, golden boy
Front row sitter
Niggas buyin cars, we buy the whole dealer
We buy the whole plane
While them hoes playin with em
100 chains, all the bad hoes came with us
Shawty held me down when the people on it
Ghostface, right hand, eagle on it
My brother keeper, with the motherload
And I aint fuckin undercover with them cover hoes
Talkin 100 chains on, cold dealer
Montana, write your name on the smoke and mirrors
If the money aint the issue I
I dont subscribe
If the money aint the reason
Well then the question is why
Get money with my people
Then we never divide
Its for the love and the money
Make her love stay real
And the money multiply
Them niggas cant go where we go
They cant get dough like we do
Them niggas cant smoke like we smoke
Them niggas cant go where we go
Cause we go wherever we want
I skip prayers just to make money
I hope God forgive me, man
I was hungry
Im tryin clear my thoughts and?
Apple red Porsche, army guns, air force
Tryna count bills in the sunny hills
Balenciagas, make more than doctors
My crib bigger than your school, nigga
Im just skiing in the pool, nigga
10 mil just to settle, nigga
Dead-ass like?, nigga
I done started from the block, boy
Now me and Ne-Yo on the top, boy
Ayo, thats me kid
Words produce
Harry Winston under the goose
Half moon, the waves exclusive
Catch me uptown shopping in a?
Watch cost 1.5, I got the blue shit
Everybody love me
His textures automatic money
Independent drug game dummy
Gettin his, raisin kids
These are big boy scholars
Flash money like Floyd
Got the big gold wallet
Roll out, its 40 of us frontin a bus
Thats the new stretch bubble
Pipe the color of crust
Gettin high, chillin fly, yellin?
Now Im in hard bottoms
Larry King, suspenders and bow tie
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