Speed Gang - 1-900

Текст песни Speed Gang - 1-900

Money on my mind, don't need no b*tch
1-900, you don't want this s*it
I'ma take a couple L's that I don't make quick
1-900, never trust no b*tch
I be rollin', rollin', rollin' high
Rollin' so high, am I high?
Rollin', rollin', rollin' high
Rollin' up, fallin' down
I be rollin', rollin'
Nah, b*tch, I be rockin' Rollies
My wrist, goddamn, girl, throw it
Homeless, and I know you don't know it
You dumb b*tch
Oh my, oh why?
Shorty look so goddamn fine
Oh my, oh why?
I'ma have to make her mine
Guess we game, baby
Pull up in the 2-door coupe
Guess we game, baby
Money stackin' through the roof
Gettin' bands, baby
Me plus love plus you on my end, baby
Baby girl, what'll it do?
I'm the man, baby
I'm the man, but you already know this
In the back of the party gettin' lit
Skirt up in the foreign whip
Like 1-900, you don't want that s*it, b*tch
Money on my mind, don't need no b*tch
1-900, you don't want this s*it
I'ma take a couple L's that I don't make quick
1-900, never trust no b*tch
I be rollin', rollin', rollin' high
Rollin' so high, am I high?
Rollin', rollin', rollin' high
Rollin' up, fallin' down
Pull up, skirt, skirt, oh my god
Yo, b*tch with me in my car
Face down, ass up, she turnt off
A-plus, Sony, report card
You ride with me, we ball out
So swing my way and holla
I can't even start on front, nah
That booty so big, it don't pop
Got a cup full of rosé
B*tches in my old phone
Bout to f*ck this ho from Toronto
Bout to hit the spot, though
P*ssy, I've got to
1-900, shorty wanna get on top, though
We spittin' in the fast lane
Pedal to the flow, man
I hate that p*ssy like Touche
Now I got her screamin' CJ
Money on my mind, don't need no b*tch
1-900, you don't want this s*it
I'ma take a couple L's that I don't make quick
1-900, never trust no b*tch
I be rollin', rollin', rollin' high
Rollin' so high, am I high?
Rollin', rollin', rollin' high
Rollin' up, fallin' down
Cause new hellos lead to old goodbyes
Man, I cried when my dog died
Was the only real motherf*cker in my life
I'll see you again, homie, ride or die
Cause I drink too much and I don't ask why
And I wonder if I ever crossed your mind
Cause you crossed my heart and I hope you die
And I hope the needle goes in your eye, b*tch
La-da-da-da-da
Speed gang takin' over
Like la-da-da-da-da
Speed gang takin' over
Like la-da-da-da-da
Speed gang, b*tch, we ballin'
Like la-da-da-da-da
Speed gang, b*tch, we ballin'