Testo B*tches N That Coupe - K CAMP feat. Bun B
Testo della canzone B*tches N That Coupe (K CAMP feat. Bun B), tratta dall'album Only Way Is Up (Deluxe)
Rather get this money, I got nothing else to do
I can see they watching, counting pockets but what's new
She know when I call it for a reason so come through
Nothing 'bout me changed except these bitches in that coupe
Except these bitches in that coupe
Ain't too many loyal niggas, I just know a few
I'm telling nothing but the truth
Rather get this money, I got nothing else to do
Used to keep money in a shoe box
Now I'm pulling up like two socks
Went from a dollar to a few knots
Got me paying rent on 'bout two spots
They don't understand what my crew got
True, member long talks on my big bro account
Young wild niggas in the Benz selling grams
Man the pain and the struggle man it made me who I am
Rather get this money, I got nothing else to do
Jumped up off that porch, I changed my mindset and my view
Reasons why you hate to see me win I wish I knew
Came straight out that mud, you just don't know what I been through
Look, really no time for the talk nigga I ain't got free time
Nowadays I be all over green like the motherfucking D-line
And I ain't got time for the hoe when I barely got me time
Just give me a blunt and a booth motherfucker I'll be fine
Rather get this money, I got nothing else to do
I can see they watching, counting pockets but what's new
She know when I call it for a reason so come through
Nothing 'bout me changed except these bitches in that coupe
Except these bitches in that coupe
Ain't too many loyal niggas, I just know a few
I'm telling nothing but the truth
Rather get this money, I got nothing else to do
Trill OG, I'm riding low key with my hat low and my dukes up
Smoking on me some killer kush, my young partner pouring that juice up
Doing me so keep doing you
'Cause I ain't down with what you into
See me, I'm a trill nigga through and through
And I'm out here looking for the chew and two
That's word to Skinny Pimp
Just a gangster walking with a limp
And you know I got no love for a simp
Posted up nigga eating steak and shrimp
Lil' bitch, got my knife and I got my fork
Benz outside and it's valet parked
Blunt rolled up and I'm 'bout to spark
And the city lights'll smash out in the dark
Can't be but who I am
Gotta represent for my fam
Kinda like those still getting slammed
Don't like it, sorry don't give a damn
Still down, still trill
Gon' be that way 'til I'm dead and gone
For PA I'm putting on
With my candy paint and my shiny chrome, come on
Rather get this money, I got nothing else to do
I can see they watching, counting pockets but what's new
She know when I call it for a reason so come through
Nothing 'bout me changed except these bitches in that coupe
Except these bitches in that coupe
Ain't too many loyal niggas, I just know a few
I'm telling nothing but the truth
Rather get this money, I got nothing else to do
Cam what it do son, what's up Camfo?
Uh, I just finished that thing for you cuzzo
Check your email, it should be in there the file
And then I'ma send you an MP3 so you can see
How I really want my vocals and shit to sound
And the arrangement and all
But that motherfucker banging though cuzzo, real shit
Oh yeah and by the way you's a bad motherfucking cat Cam
Stay on your mission like you on it like you want it, you get it
Uncle Snoop signing off
Credits
Writer(s): Bernard Freeman, Leland Clopton, Bobby Turner, Kristopher Campbell, Caesar Ramirez
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