- B.M.F. (Blowin Money Fast) 歌詞 Rick Ross Styles P
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- I think Im Big Meech, Larry Hoover
Whippin work, hallelujah
One nation under God
Real niggas getting money from the fucking start
I think Im Big Meech, Larry Hoover
Getting work, hallelujah
One nation under God
Real niggas getting money from the fucking start
My Rolls-Royce triple black, Im geechee ho
Balling in the club, bottles like Im Meech ho
Rosé, thats my nickname
Cocaine running in my big vein
Self-made, you just affiliated
I built it ground up, you bought it renovated
Talkin plenty capers, nothings been authenticated
Funny you claimin the same bitch that Im penetratin
Hold the bottles up, where my comrades?
Where the fucking felons, where my dogs at?
Uh, I got that Archie Bunker
And its so white I just might charge you double
I think Im Big Meech, Larry Hoover
Whippin work, hallelujah
One nation under God
Real niggas getting money from the fucking start
I think Im Big Meech, Larry Hoover
Getting work, hallelujah
One nation under God
Real niggas getting money from the fucking start
These motherfuckers mad that Im icy
Stunt so hard make em come indict me
I think Im Big Meech, look at my timepiece
Its an Audemar, hundred wrecks at least
Look at yourself now look at me
You cant see a nigga, Im what you used to be
Look at it this way, you niggas sideways
Always getting money, my nigga, crime pays
So fuck a nigga, Im self-made
You asucka nigga, Im self-paid
This for my broke niggas, this for my rich niggas
Got a hundred on the head of a snitch nigga
I think Im Big Meech, Larry Hoover
Whippin work , hallelujah
One nation under God
Real niggas getting money from the fucking start
I think Im Big Meech, Larry Hoover
Getting work, hallelujah
One nation under God
Real niggas getting money from the fucking start
36 holes leave you bleedin fam
Words in them thirty-six os in the kilogram
Blunt tip, armors like caviar
Wild and out, fish-tailin Subaru, rally car
Out the passenger, lead in the automatic off
For egg or that girl, I knock your mommy and daddy off
Fuck around and knock the emblem off the Caddy off
Four-shooters buggin out , blickin at your Caddy doors
And did I mention? Gun from Red Dead Redemption
Nine mils, fifty clip extensions
Hope its like a mattress in the hood, Im flippin on it
And the moneys like a chair, Im sittin on it
I think Im Big Meech, Larry Hoover
Whippin work, hallelujah
One nation under God
Real niggas getting money from the fucking start
I think Im Big Meech, Larry Hoover
Getting work, hallelujah
One nation under God
Real niggas getting money from the fucking start
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