- Anderson .Paak bub柏林 歌詞
- Anderson .Paak
- Look at you go
Okay you bubblin
Look, go
Go
Look at you go
Okay you bubblin
Look
Yeah
One in the hand, one in the bag, bubblin
Look at the cash, look at the cash comin in
Come get your man, this lil nigga buggin me
Did you see the bag? Quit all that jaw-jackery
Dont need to pass me that, I dont want none of it (yeah)
These niggas mad about it, had enough of it
Woah, watch what youre sayin, how theyre poppin and shakin
Got me hot as a laser, my posse deep and iratin
And we act a fool for the paper
Had a dream and I made it
El Camino on Daytons
Vintage Guess over Bape
Put the bread on me bitch
Bitch you bet Imma bake it
Piggy flat in a blanket, I might just roll out today
I might just roll out to Vegas, head back to my old ways
Pop the roof from the Asian hoes and do blow all day
Look at me baby
Look at me baby
Dont I look like a million
Im bout to clean out the safe
D-dont I look like somebody that just embodyin everything
All that talkin is great but I dont be talkin I air it out
All the problems have gotten easy to bury
Id rather drown in them Hendricks, Id rather kiss on my Mary
I been broker way longer than I been rich so until it levels out
Imma take your mama to the Marriott and wear it out
Took me so long to get it, gonna spread it out
Let em know all about it when Im dead and gone
One in the hand, one inthe bag, bubblin (look at you go)
One in the hand, one in the bag, bubblin (look at you go)
Look at the cash, look at the cash bubblin (okay you bubblin)
Look at the cash (look)
Bubblin (go)
One in the hand (look)
One in the hand (go)
One in the hand, one in the bag, bubblin ( look at you go)
Look at the cash, look at the cash, bubblin (okay you bubblin)
Look at the cash (look)
Bubblin
Ima need all the fries you can give me
All the hot sauce, all the pie you can give me
Better be all or nothin, dont have me in the middle
You better be all you can, get higher than the limit
Simplify for the Dumbos
Plenty slides, I could shuffle
Hit the cadence with my young bitch
Isaac Hayes, Billy Ocean
But the old hoe with the cane stick
Left my slippers at the function
Its hard to run in Gucci slides
Chick I thought you said you didnt have a husband
Ima stud, no cuckold
Jackie Chan, no travel
Cant kill up with the beat
Blood drippin from the cutthroats
No Lord, not me, I can never be the one you wanna stunt for
Money, money, the machine
Guns, freak the Ferragamo store
R.I.P. to times that I was broke
Hopped in like the 911 Porsche
Matte black, lookin clean
Dead prezis in an envelope
Cookin up kanat
Waitin for the antidote
Runnin outta town
Patience thinner than her pantyhose
One in the hand, one in the bag, bubblin (look at you go)
One in the hand, one in the bag, bubblin (look at you go)
Look at the cash, look at the cash bubblin (okay you bubblin)
Look at the cash (look)
Bubblin (go)
One in the hand (look)
One in the hand (go)
One in the hand, one in the bag, bubblin (look at you go)
Look at the cash, look at the cash bubblin (okay you bubblin)
Look at the cash (look)
Bubblin
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