Testo 140 - Hella High
Testo della canzone 140 (Hella High), tratta dall'album PANE FRE$CO
Let's go
I let it pop
Got money on lock
The coupe or the drop
Straight to the top
Bakin' some bread is my job
I do it so often a lot
Move like the mob
I never gon' stop
I let it pop
Got money on lock
The coupe or the drop
Straight to the top
Bakin' some bread is my job
I do it so often a lot
Move like the mob
I never gon' stop
I buy a piece and it cost me a minivan
Asian lil bitch she be givin' me top
I turn myself to a boss and a businessman
I spend your salary just when i shop
My money is long but your money is cropped
I got the keys everything is unlocked
Never be finished and imma gon start
Cut my emotions and turn off my heart
Take all my pain and i turn it to art
You ain't my dawg and i know you just bark
Bitch i'm the shit and your shit just a fart
Louis V shades and the glasses be dark
I spend my money and then get it back
Companytalk this no chitty chat
V8 Ferrari shit pretty fast
If i want it I get it so gimmie that
Your shit is really whack
Ball with no game is what they on, it's pretty sad
Hustle my fitness plan
Believe in myself and i turn to a religious man
I got a serious plan
Turn my brothers to bosses don't talk no middleman
I'm not a vicious man
Ask if I give a damn
CEO-talk you don't understand
I let it pop
Got money on lock
The coupe or the drop
Straight to the top
Bakin' some bread is my job
I do it so often a lot
Move like the mob
I never gon' stop
I let it pop
Got money on lock
The coupe or the drop
Straight to the top
Bakin' some bread is my job
I do it so often a lot
Move like the mob
I never gon' stop
My bankaccount is growing man and this shit so confusing
I turn finance in my language and the streets my institution
I mix numbers with some numbers i do wonders no illusion
I put commas on some commas, then i spend and reproduce it
Never fumble i got hunger, i think theres no better fusion
Smell the hate, i see the intrusion
Fill my plate no contribution
I'm the one no substitution
I don't know what the fuck is losing (What the fuck)
I can never fuck with losers
Off White cargo pants be losey
Blasian mami booty juicy
Evidence she gonna choose me
I put guala over coochie
I cop Louie, Prada, Gucci bitch (Ha)
Mom i stand on business
Dad i stand on business
Bro i stand on business
Hella stands on business bitch
Ha, Hella stands on business
Mom i stand on business
Dad i stand on business
Hella stands on business bitch
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Writer(s): Fabrizio Matranga
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