The Fawkles – Jackie Chan lyrics

¡Jackie Chan!
Ya tiene como setenta
Y aún nos puede impresionar.
Humillando a Chuck Norris
Y de paso a Bruce Lee, porque…

Nada es imposible, ¡es Jackie Chan!
No hay muro que el no pueda superar. (¡No, no!)
Nada es imposible, ¡es Jackie Chan!
Sus huevos en tu mente plantará.

¡Mmmmmh!
¡Mmmmmmh!

¡Jackie Chan!
Un cantante de ópera
Y virtuoso musical.
Él aprecia esta letra
Le parece perfecta, ¡yeah!

Nada es imposible, ¡es Jackie Chan!
Su cara en la moneda nacional. (¡Oh, si!)
Nada es imposible, ¡es Jackie Chan!
Con sus ojos el te puede embarazar.

¡Mmmmmh!
¡Mmmmmmh!

¡Jackie Chan!
Ya tiene como setenta
Y aún nos puede impresionar.
Humillando a Chuck Norris
Y de paso a Bruce Lee, porque…

Nada es imposible, ¡es Jackie Chan!
Su cara en la moneda nacional. (¡Ha ha!)
Nada es imposible, ¡es Jackie Chan!
Con sus ojos el te puede embarazar.

¡Mmmmmh!
¡Mmmmmmh!

(¡No Jackie Chan, no!)
(¡Mmmmmhhhhhh!)

MISSY ELLIOTT – I’m Better lyrics

I’mma start it from the bottom
Show you how to flip a dollar
I got food in my dining room
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better
It’s another day, another chance
I wake up, I wanna dance
So as long as I got my friends…
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better

He say I’m hot, I’m so fuego
Pull up on him in my vehicle
He say I’m pretty, I’m pretty
You must be from Brazil, it must be from Me-hico
Roll up on him in my Lambo
Jump out like skrrrt, yeah bro
You need a chick like me to make you wanna leave them other broads, you know [?]

Yeah he got bands in the Bando
Missy got dudes in Orlando
Plus I got cars that he paying for
Man I be too much to handle
Watch what I do, when I get up on you
Pop potential in my room and zoom in the poom
He watching my body like he watching Scandal
But I’m just here, with my girls

I’mma start it from the bottom
Show you how to flip a dollar
I got food in my dining room
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better
It’s another day, another chance
I wake up, I wanna dance
So as long as I got my friends…
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better

Missy so hot, I’m from Vee-e-e
The car that I drive be Ferr-ar-i
My clique is so thick and the broads be hollin’ and whistlin’
That be like damn bae
Man I’m 3000, I’m André
Yo Missy talk big, I’m so blind date
Bruce Lee on the beat, I don’t compete with none of these geeks
I just rant like I’m Kanye

Yeah he got bands in the Bando
Missy got dudes in Orlando
And I be driving cars he paying for
He say I’m too much, I’m a handful
He watching my body like watching Scandal
But I’m just here, with my girls

I’mma start it from the bottom
Show you how to flip a dollar
I got food in my dining room
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better
It’s another day, another chance
I wake up, I wanna dance
So as long as I got my friends…
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better

Brand new flow when I rap
DJ, bring that back
You ain’t ever heard a track like that
Shit might slap, booty go clap
Roll up in the Benz
Looking like a ten, stack
When I rock, make it bop, in my car
And it bang-bang-bang like (tune-out noise) go blap-blap-blap

Yeah he got bands in the Bando
Missy got dudes in Orlando
Buying me bags and new shoes and new cars and everything I know that he paying for
Yeah he be hooking me up
Yeah he be looking me up
Watch what I do, when I get up on you
Pop potential and zoom in the poom

I’mma start it from the bottom
Show you how to flip a dollar
I got food in my dining room
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better
It’s another day, another chance
I wake up, I wanna dance
So as long as I got my friends…
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better

Missy Elliott – I’m Better (feat. Lamb)

[Hook: Lamb]
I’mma start it from the bottom
Show you how to flip a dollar
I got food in my dining room
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better
It’s another day, another chance
I wake up, I wanna dance
So as long as I got my friends…
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better

[Verse 1: Missy]
He say I’m hot, I’m so fuego
Pull up on him in my vehicle
He say I’m pretty, I’m pretty
You must be from Brazil, it must be from Me-hico
Roll up on him in my Lambo
Jump out like skrrrt, yeah bro
You need a chick like me to make you wanna leave them other broads, you don’t know nann hoe

[Bridge: Missy]
Yeah he got bands in the Bando
Missy got dudes in Orlando
Plus I got cars that he paying for
Man I be too much to handle
Watch what I do, when I get up on you
Pop potential in my room and zoom in the poom
He watching my body like he watching Scandal
But I’m just here, with my girls

[Hook: Lamb]
I’mma start it from the bottom
Show you how to flip a dollar
I got food in my dining room
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better
It’s another day, another chance
I wake up, I wanna dance
So as long as I got my friends…
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better

[Verse 2: Missy]
Missy so hot, I’m from VA
The car that I drive be Ferr-ar-i
My clique is so thick and the broads be hollin’ and whistlin’
That be like damn bae
Man I’m 3000, I’m André
Yo Missy talk big, I’m so grande
Bruce Lee on the beat, I don’t compete with none of these geeks
I just rant like I’m Kanye

[Bridge 2: Missy]
Yeah he got bands in the Bando
Missy got dudes in Orlando
And I be driving cars he paying for
He say I’m too much, I’m a handful
He watching my body like watching Scandal
But I’m just here, with my girls

[Hook: Lamb]
I’mma start it from the bottom
Show you how to flip a dollar
I got food in my dining room
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better
It’s another day, another chance
I wake up, I wanna dance
So as long as I got my friends…
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better

[Verse 3: Missy]
Brand new flow when I rap
DJ, bring that back
You ain’t ever heard a track like that
Shit might slap, booty go clap
Roll up in the Benz
Looking like a ten, stack
When I rock, make it bop, in my car
And it bang-bang-bang like (tune-out noise) go blap-blap-blap

[Bridge 3: Missy]
Yeah he got bands in the Bando
Missy got dudes in Orlando
Buying me bags and new shoes and new cars and everything I know that he paying for
Yeah he be hooking me up
Yeah he be looking me up
Watch what I do, when I get up on you
Pop potential and zoom in the poom

[Hook: Lamb]
I’mma start it from the bottom
Show you how to flip a dollar
I got food in my dining room
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better
It’s another day, another chance
I wake up, I wanna dance
So as long as I got my friends…
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better

Missy Elliott – I’m Better lyrics

I’mma start it from the bottom
Show you how to flip a dollar
I got food in my dining room
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better
It’s another day, another chance
I wake up, I wanna dance
So as long as I got my friends…
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better

He say I’m hot, I’m so fuego
Pull up on him in my vehicle
He say I’m pretty, I’m pretty
You must be from Brazil, it must be from Me-hico
Roll up on him in my Lambo
Jump out like skrrrt, yeah bro
You need a chick like me to make you wanna leave them other broads, you know [?]

Yeah he got bands in the Bando
Missy got dudes in Orlando
Plus I got cars that he paying for
Man I be too much to handle
Watch what I do, when I get up on you
Pop potential in my room and zoom in the poom
He watching my body like he watching Scandal
But I’m just here, with my girls

I’mma start it from the bottom
Show you how to flip a dollar
I got food in my dining room
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better
It’s another day, another chance
I wake up, I wanna dance
So as long as I got my friends…
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better

Missy so hot, I’m from Vee-e-e
The car that I drive be Ferr-ar-i
My clique is so thick and the broads be hollin’ and whistlin’
That be like damn bae
Man I’m 3000, I’m André
Yo Missy talk big, I’m so blind date
Bruce Lee on the beat, I don’t compete with none of these geeks
I just rant like I’m Kanye

Yeah he got bands in the Bando
Missy got dudes in Orlando
And I be driving cars he paying for
He say I’m too much, I’m a handful
He watching my body like watching Scandal
But I’m just here, with my girls

I’mma start it from the bottom
Show you how to flip a dollar
I got food in my dining room
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better
It’s another day, another chance
I wake up, I wanna dance
So as long as I got my friends…
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better

Brand new flow when I rap
DJ, bring that back
You ain’t ever heard a track like that
Shit might slap, booty go clap
Roll up in the Benz
Looking like a ten, stack
When I rock, make it bop, in my car
And it bang-bang-bang like (tune-out noise) go blap-blap-blap

Yeah he got bands in the Bando
Missy got dudes in Orlando
Buying me bags and new shoes and new cars and everything I know that he paying for
Yeah he be hooking me up
Yeah he be looking me up
Watch what I do, when I get up on you
Pop potential and zoom in the poom

I’mma start it from the bottom
Show you how to flip a dollar
I got food in my dining room
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better
It’s another day, another chance
I wake up, I wanna dance
So as long as I got my friends…
I’m better, I’m better, I’m better

Blac Youngsta – Ask For It

[Intro]
C-M-G
Rich nigga, rich nigga, rich nigga, rich nigga, rich nigga, rich nigga!

[Hook]
I don’t give a lil’ nigga if I lose my money I’mma rob you back for it
I don’t trust these niggas, I don’t love these niggas, I can’t turn my back towards ’em
Took my bitch to Louis Vuitton, took her shopping, she ain’t even ask for it
Rich nigga, young rich nigga ridin’, let me get it 300 on the dashboard
Put a choppa to these pussies, speakin’ down on my name, lil’ nigga you done asked for it
I’m a young rich nigga, went and got it on my own, lil’ nigga ain’t ask for it
I bought my bitch new rollers, new car, she ain’t even have to ask for it
If you my partner, you ain’t got to have [?], you ain’t even have to ask for it

[Verse 1]
Ass so fat like fat albert
[?]
I’mma rich nigga, got rich power
I don’t fuck wit them niggas, they sum real cowards
Them fuck niggas hate from the [?]
But they speak to me everytime they sip it
Them niggas’ baby mommas wanna meet me
But I don’t [?]
I chop the pussy like a rider
I chop the pussy like Bruce Lee
I just pulled up in that rari
In that bitch, only like 2 seats
She suck my dick in my toothpiece
I just left nut on my new seats
That lame nigga said he gon’ rob me
So I ride around with my [?]

[Hook]
I don’t give a lil’ nigga if I lose my money I’mma rob you back for it
I don’t trust these niggas, I don’t love these niggas, I can’t turn my back towards ’em
Took my bitch to Louis Vuitton, took her shopping, she ain’t even ask for it
Rich nigga, young rich nigga ridin’, let me get it 300 on the dashboard
Put a choppa to these pussies, speakin’ down on my name, lil’ nigga you done asked for it
I’m a young rich nigga, went and got it on my own, lil’ nigga ain’t ask for it
I bought my bitch new rollers, new car, she ain’t even have to ask for it
If you my partner, you ain’t got to have [?], you ain’t even have to ask for it

[Verse 2]
Them niggas can’t stand my guts
Say he gon’ shoot my tour bus up
Say he gon’ kill everybody in it
Go ahead lil’ nigga, try yo’ luck
That big booty fatter than truck
That bitch quack quack like a duck
I don’t trust that bitch, I don’t really love her, I just lied to the bitch as I fucked
I send the bitch to the [?]
I put that bitch on my dream team
I got the rari and things
I got the AR-15
That lil’ bitch is grown and sexy
But she suck my dick like she 16
Said that bitch look like a queen
I’mma toss her wit the whole team

[Hook]
I don’t give a lil’ nigga if I lose my money I’mma rob you back for it
I don’t trust these niggas, I don’t love these niggas, I can’t turn my back towards ’em
Took my bitch to Louis Vuitton, took her shopping, she ain’t even ask for it
Rich nigga, young rich nigga ridin’, let me get it 300 on the dashboard
Put a choppa to these pussies, speakin’ down on my name, lil’ nigga you done asked for it
I’m a young rich nigga, went and got it on my own, lil’ nigga ain’t ask for it
I bought my bitch new rollers, new car, she ain’t even have to ask for it
If you my partner, you ain’t got to have [?], you ain’t even have to ask for it

Watsky – Duke Smellington Lyrics

Don’t ask me if I am an assassin
If you have to unmask me
Baby you are now in peril
Every aspect of me counts as an asset
Homie even my ass sweat goes for 20 thou a barrel

You’re scowlin’ and then throwing the towel in
While I enter the tao inside a temple in Shaolin bitch
You’re not listening in to a loud citizen
Shouting devout discipline up on a mountain
Low key I’m a shape shifter like Loki
Locally known loco, vocally home G
Taking the A-train and I’m swinging like Duke E
Calling me Duke Smellington cause I’m a dupe fiend(?)
Dip like Houdini
Dick like zucchini
Sicker than leukemia
Pitiful dudes leave me alone
I get Bruce Lee’d while I sip on a brewski
And I flip through some Bukowski and kick till the Bruce bleed

I don’t think they really like it when I come around
But I don’t think they really like it when I come around
They don’t like it when I come around
They don’t really like it when I come around
Like it when I come around
I don’t think they really like it when I come around
I don’t think they really like it when I come around
They don’t really like it when I try to come around
Like it when I come around
Like it when I come around

Young Dolph – Foreva (feat. T.I.)

[Intro]
Hey who is that?
Who is that right there?
Hey whats up lil’ mama?

[Verse 1: Young Dolph]
She a good girl but she bad so I’m confused (damn)
Fuck it, I’ma shoot my shot got nun ‘ to lose (fuck it)
I said "what’s up my name is D"
She said "nigga you lyin’, yo name Dolph"
Okay you know me? Then let’s go pull off
Jump in this coupe and let’s go and get lost
Took you to my hood but you was scared
I started laughin’ then you got mad
Bet you never been with a nigga like me
Give a fuck about bitches count skrilla like me
We started off havin’ fun though
You asked me where I keep my gun though
Uh, I don’t wanna talk about that
Why that ass so fat and why you walk like that?
I’m just a lil nigga out here havin’ it
All of my niggas, they savages
Guess what I did last weekend ?
Bitch I made your boyfriend’s salary

[Hook: Young Dolph]
She kept it so real I fuck with her forever
She kept it so real I fuck with her forever
She kept it so real I fuck with her forever
Fuck with her forever, fuck with her forever
Fuck with her forever
She kept it so real that I love with her forever
She kept it so real I fuck with her forever
She kept it so real that I love her forever
Fuck with her forever, fuck with her forever

[Verse 2: Young Dolph]
She kept it so real I can’t say no
Bitch real thick like clay though
I got Hi-Tec in my faygo
Heard you got strippers on payroll
Nigga I got killers on payroll
My lil mama mad at me, said she don’t like the way that I’m livin’
She hate to see cough medicine, say she don’t like the way that I’m sippin’
I was drinkin’ this shit 10 years before I met you, lil mama you trippin’
Wait a minute, hold up it’s me
Wait a minute, roll up the weed
Wait a minute, roll up my sleeves
Got a pocket full of blue cheese
Kickin’ shit in the trap like Bruce Lee
When I walk in they be like "who’s he?"
When I walk out they be like "what the fuck?"
What the fuck is that lil nigga drivin’?
All my niggas, they ridin’
All of these bitches be lyin’
Lil fly nigga plus my bitch fly so together we flying

[Hook: Young Dolph]
She kept it so real I fuck with her forever
She kept it so real I fuck with her forever
She kept it so real I fuck with her forever
Fuck with her forever, fuck with her forever
Fuck with her forever
She kept it so real that I love with her forever
She kept it so real I fuck with her forever
She kept it so real that I love with her forever
Fuck with her forever, fuck with her forever

[Verse 3: T.I.]
Lil mama in a Bentley back
Lil mama in a Bentley back
Pussy nigga hatin’ pulled up beside me
She pulled out a purse,rolled the window down told the pussy nigga bust a move, ain’t shit to try
Stayed down for a nigga on a gun charge
Went to jail with a nigga on a dope case
I told the girl how much I love ya, I’d die for ya, wouldn’t think twice, told me "boy go pull weight"
And when I told her ballin’ on these hoes ain’t shit to do
10 million dollars on the crib, all that for you
When you ain’t even got to ask me where I’m puttin’ my dick
Cause odds are you gon’ be with me when I’m getting seduced
You know penthouses full of your WCW’s
And St. Regis, Four Seasons, Londons, and W’s
And Rolls-Royces, Benzes, i.e. BMWs
Spend that cake if I’m in love with you hey
Hey you gon’ find it hard to get
Someone goin’ hard at TIP
But lil boy we started that
Closer where we are, and you a part of that
And apologies if you gave me your heart
And I turned around, gave you a heart attack
God damn, I’m a dog for that
Breakin’ up? Came too far for that
I keep it real though

[Hook: Young Dolph]
She kept it so real I fuck with her forever
She kept it so real I fuck with her forever
She kept it so real I fuck with her forever
Fuck with her forever, fuck with her forever
Fuck with her forever
She kept it so real that I love with her forever
She kept it so real I fuck with her forever
She kept it so real that I love with her forever
Fuck with her forever, fuck with her forever

A-Boogie Wit Da Hoodie – Timeless letras

[Verse 1]
I cannot waste no time, bitch, I’m really timeless
I cannot leave my houses without diamonds
All the faces on my watches, jump out it
Change faces on the watches, now they frownin’
I probably spent the 100 thousand on fly shit
QP spent the 100 thousand on mileage
Bruce Lee kick it with me, I be stylin’
2 seater Bentley and it’s topless
And she’s topless, naked bitch driver
Papers and fronto wrapped around Sour
I cannot waste no time, bitch, I’m really timeless
I cannot waste no time, bitch, I’m really…

[Hook]
I cannot waste no time, bitch, I’m really grindin’
If I ever said, "I love you," I was lyin’
I fuck with you but you was always like a side bitch
Cause I can never put nothin’ over grindin’

[Verse 2]
I just left my baby girl a message
I said, I won’t be comin’ home
Hah, that’s a dub, bitch, I’m on the road
Hah, and I need 20 thousand for a show
Hah, I ain’t walkin’ through your club no more
Hah, But if floss hit me up I go
Hah, SpinKing that’s the fuckin’ bro
Hah, I fuck it up, I fuck it up some more
We switch the flow up, if you a busta I’ma cut you off
Bitch I’m goin’ up
Gettin’ money, what the fuck you thought?
Nigga, hold up it get ugly
I’m a fuckin boss, hah
Good now but I started off
Just a young nigga runnin’ ’round and the butter soft
Try to run down on me nigga you should knock it off
I ain’t get lucky mothafucka
Took a couple loses, yeah
What u sayin’? You ain’t really on shit
Got zippers on my jeans like I’m Billy on this
I ain’t sippin’ no more lean I’ve been trippin’ off it
I’ve been pissin’ codeine and I ain’t wit the shits, woah
Rockstar lifestyle, might not make it
Wake up faded still end up drinking
Make-up on my t-shirt, I hate it
R.I.P. t-shirts, I hate it
Fall asleep, wake up still I’m faded
Bubba prolly lost 50 K in vegas
Pour up purple and then make it turn pinkish
Said that I was done with it but I’m still drinkin’
I can’t waste no time, I can’t waste no time with it
I can’t waste no time, bitch, I’m really timeless
I can’t waste no time, bitch, I’m really timeless

A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie – Timeless letras

[Verse 1]
I cannot waste no time, bitch, I’m really timeless
I cannot leave my houses without diamonds
All the faces on my watches, jump out it
Change faces on the watches, now they frownin’
I probably spent the 100 thousand on fly shit
QP spent the 100 thousand on mileage
Bruce Lee kick it with me, I be stylin’
2 seater Bentley and it’s topless
And she’s topless, naked bitch driver
Papers and fronto wrapped around Sour
I cannot waste no time, bitch, I’m really timeless
I cannot waste no time, bitch, I’m really…

[Hook]
I cannot waste no time, bitch, I’m really grindin’
If I ever said, "I love you," I was lyin’
I fuck with you but you was always like a side bitch
Cause I can never put nothin’ over grindin’
[Verse 2]
I just left my baby girl a message
I said, I won’t be comin’ home
Hah, that’s a dub, bitch, I’m on the road
Hah, and I need 20 thousand for a show
Hah, I ain’t walkin’ through your club no more
Hah, But if floss hit me up I go
Hah, SpinKing that’s the fuckin’ bro
Hah, I fuck it up, I fuck it up some more
We switch the flow up, if you a busta I’ma cut you off
Bitch I’m goin’ up
Gettin’ money, what the fuck you thought?
Nigga, hold up it get ugly
I’m a fuckin boss, hah
Good now but I started off
Just a young nigga runnin’ ’round and the butter soft
Try to run down on me nigga you should knock it off
I ain’t get lucky mothafucka
Took a couple loses, yeah
What u sayin’? You ain’t really on shit
Got zippers on my jeans like I’m Billy on this
I ain’t sippin’ no more lean I’ve been trippin’ off it
I’ve been pissin’ codeine and I ain’t wit the shits, woah
Rockstar lifestyle, might not make it
Wake up faded still end up drinking
Make-up on my t-shirt, I hate it
R.I.P. t-shirts, I hate it
Fall asleep, wake up still I’m faded
Bubba prolly lost 50 K in vegas
Pour up purple and then make it turn pinkish
Said that I was done with it but I’m still drinkin’
I can’t waste no time, I can’t waste no time with it
I can’t waste no time, bitch, I’m really timeless
I can’t waste no time, bitch, I’m really timeless

Chris Brown – Section One Hundred Billion

[Verse 1: HoodyBaby]
I don’t know how to do this shit
I wake up and just do this shit
HoodyBaby, I’m too legit
I’m the Boss, I made Hugo quit
I pull up in a 2 door whip
Make you go sick
Flip a brick, kick a brick
That judo shit
My niggas is serious
You niggas delirious
No stoppin’ us, period
I live at the dealership
Angry, a nigga rich
We want the bigger fish
Choppin’ ’til I chop with the mafia
Ask in my section, we popular
Popavich, we poppin’ shots

[Verse 2: Inch]
Pull up with the OHB, I mean war
I mean war, big russ war
Big russ wanna lick down your car
See me with the gang, better know that squad
[Verse 3: Young Lo]
If these niggas talkin’ reckless, see ’em on my necklace
100 round drum, niggas gon’ respect us
Mob ties, yeah I’m heavy with these accents
Hit the UK, I’m mobbin’ with the Section
Out here ballin’ since a adolescent
I was 15 when I start finessin’
Told a teacher fuck her math lesson
I was juggin’ through the whole class session

[Verse 4: Swift]
Trap money, I’m a trapper
My young boy was a Rihanna
Flash a blockia like a camera
Slap slap, that’s the hammer
Count grand to my nana’s
Sucky sucky, from [?]

[Verse 5: Section Boyz]
I ain’t endin’ a passer
Pass up if I catch a brack, you go back up
Get me down, I get back up
Yo mi casa es su casa

[Verse 6: Sleeks]
6 man in the van, that’s gang in the pan
That’s maceroni and pasta
Bring a nigga from a [?]
Girl climb on, know you want a ladder

[Verse 7: Littlez]
And keep climbin’
Cause she a bad bitch with her manner
I know a mad man with a dagger
That says, “Fuck feds and they camera”
Trappin’, pick up a brick
Rip it in bits, gone
I’m really livin’ this shit
Pick up a stick
You could see smoke like a bong

[Verse 8: Section Boyz]
Peng peng, wanna get groovy
Man I turn your girl to a groupie
Go ratchet tings too bougie
With a big booty and boobies
See the big tour man move bookies
Old school, mad bros, no new Gs
Roll with a clip like the movies
Man I kick man down like Bruce Lee

[Verse 9]
I got all these bitches, they [?]
They ain’t want me then but they want me now
Got that killer swag, watch ’em mime my style
I done stacked up a milli from petty crime
Got some new shoes off some new shit
This flow is like water need crew ships
My life is a movie, take your flick
It’s a foreign bitch cause

[Verse 10: Famous Fresh]
They know I’m flexin’
OHB and Section
.40 for protection
Hood stay connected
Blue bitches, we the 100 gang
Couple JLos, I’m a money train
Nigga been fresh, feds watchin;
Diamonds dancin’ like a Jabbawockee
Your bitch ride me like a Kawasaki
It’s Fresh, Hoody, it’s [?]

Gucci Mane – The Left (Woptober Album) letras

[Intro:]
Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaa

[Chorus:] [x2]
I don’t have an ego but my money do (my money do)
And I don’t have a big mouth but my money do (my money do)
And I don’t like to show out but my money do (my money do)
I got so many zeros I can bury you (bury you)

[Verse 1:]
Call that ballin I call dat hopscotch
Nigga got a lil cash but he ain’t’ got what I got
No twenties in my bankroll one fifty on my watch
Like Dikembe Mutombo get a lot of them big blocks
Gucci brought them bands out
You brought a lil cash out
Offsets they poke out
Interior smoked out
Homie you a peon
I’m riding European
Emmitt Smith on the back tier but the front tires are Deion
Get the shit for the 17 bout to sell the shit for Keyshawn
My wrist colder than freon that bullshit I be on
In the club I’m wasted better yet I’m faded
Got home don’t know how I made it but the shit all gravy

[Chorus] [x2]
I don’t have an ego but my money do (my money do)
And I don’t have a big mouth but my money do (my money do)
And I don’t like to show out but my money do (my money do)
I got so many zeros I can bury you (bury you)

[Verse 2:]
When I’m pickin up weight I need a personal trainer
My money got it’s on fuckin personal trainer
I’m in the club throwin hun done’s
Smokin outta onions
Garlic bread inside paint like lasagna
Gucci be fresh like first day of school
Diamonds drippin wet it’s like they pushed me in the pool
Makin paper airplanes outta hunnids what i do
{?} Ace of Spades like it bottled water to the crew
Excuse me let me introduce myself they call me Gucci
And all my kicks they be the flyest call me Bruce Lee
And I don’t talk my money do the talkin usually
Im super chillin but my money be the rudest

[Chorus] [x2]
I don’t have an ego but my money do (my money do)
And I don’t have a big mouth but my money do (my money do)
And I don’t like to show out but my money do (my money do)
I got so many zeros I can bury you (bury you)

DJ SpinKing – Timeless (feat. A Boogie) (Snippet) (For The Culture Mixtape) letras

[Verse 1]
I cannot waste no time, bitch, I’m really timeless
I cannot leave my houses without diamonds
All [?] faces on my watches, I’m ’bout it
Change faces on the watches, now they frownin’
I probably spent a 100 thousand on fly shit
QP spent a 100 thousand on mollies
Bruce Lee kick it with me, I be stylin’
2 seater Bentley and it’s topless
And she’s topless, naked bitch driver
Papers and fronto wrapped around Sour
I cannot waste no time, bitch, I’m really timeless
I cannot waste no time, bitch, I’m really…

[Hook]
I cannot waste no time, bitch, I’m really grindin’
If I ever said, “I love you,” I was lyin’
I fuck with you but you was always like a side bitch
Cause I can never put nothin’ over grindin’
[Verse 2]
I just left my baby girl a message
I said, I won’t be comin’ home
Hah, that’s a dub, bitch, I’m on the road
Hah, and I need 20 thousand for a show
Hah, I ain’t walkin’ through your club no more
Hah, But if floss hit me up I go
Hah, SpinKing that’s the fuckin’ bro
Hah…

DJ SpinKing – Timeless Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I cannot waste no time, bitch, I’m really timeless
I cannot leave my houses without diamonds
All [?] faces on my watches, I’m ’bout it
Change faces on the watches, now they frownin’
I probably spent a 100 thousand on fly shit
QP spent a 100 thousand on mollies
Bruce Lee kick it with me, I be stylin’
2 seater Bentley and it’s topless
And she’s topless, make your bitch drive up
Papers and fronto wrapped around Sour
I cannot waste no time, bitch, I’m really timeless
I cannot waste no time, bitch, I’m really…

[Hook]
I cannot waste no time, bitch, I’m really grindin’
If I ever said, “I love you,” I was lyin’
I fuck with you but you was always like a side bitch
Cause I can never put nothin’ over grindin’
[Verse 2]
I just left my baby girl a message
I said, I won’t be comin’ home
Hah, that’s a thot bitch, I’m on the road
Hah, and I need 20 thousand for a show
Hah, I ain’t walkin’ through your club no more
Hah, but if [?] hit me up I go
Hah, SpinKing that’s the fuckin’ bro
Hah…