
Holy Smokes Trippie Redd (Ft. Lil Uzi Vert)
На этой странице вы найдете полный текст песни "Holy Smokes" от Trippie Redd (Ft. Lil Uzi Vert). Lyrxo предлагает вам самый полный и точный текст этой композиции без лишних отвлекающих факторов. Узнайте все куплеты и припев, чтобы лучше понять любимую песню и насладиться ею в полной мере. Идеально для фанатов и всех, кто ценит качественную музыку.

[Intro: Trippie Redd]
Je t'aime Trippie Redd
(GOONTEX)
Yeah, yeah
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Holy fuckin' smokes, I got my money up (Cash)
Countin' all these bands, took me a while just to damn run it up
Multi millions, I fill a hunnid up
All this cash on me but I still can't buy love
Put the hundas in the Chanel, got my racks up
Sit back, flip shit like an acrobat, nigga, get the stacks up
Got two accounts, still got millions in my backup
(All this cash on me) Sad thing is money still won't buy love (Oh)
[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
You can't fit my racks in an arena
White cup filled with purple stuff, it look like Frieza
Bro and them got hit with that subpoena
Better keep they mouth shut, or we gonna have to clean up
Throwin' money up like I'm nauseous
Baby girl, I'm exhausted
Baby, be cautious
Know the streets be talkin'
Every day, walk with a check and a motherfuckin' target
Every day making money every way, hang with them bosses
Je t'aime Trippie Redd
(GOONTEX)
Yeah, yeah
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
Holy fuckin' smokes, I got my money up (Cash)
Countin' all these bands, took me a while just to damn run it up
Multi millions, I fill a hunnid up
All this cash on me but I still can't buy love
Put the hundas in the Chanel, got my racks up
Sit back, flip shit like an acrobat, nigga, get the stacks up
Got two accounts, still got millions in my backup
(All this cash on me) Sad thing is money still won't buy love (Oh)
[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
You can't fit my racks in an arena
White cup filled with purple stuff, it look like Frieza
Bro and them got hit with that subpoena
Better keep they mouth shut, or we gonna have to clean up
Throwin' money up like I'm nauseous
Baby girl, I'm exhausted
Baby, be cautious
Know the streets be talkin'
Every day, walk with a check and a motherfuckin' target
Every day making money every way, hang with them bosses
Комментарии (0)
Минимальная длина комментария — 50 символов.