Testo Bada Bing - Jim Jones
Testo della canzone Bada Bing (Jim Jones), tratta dall'album Bada Bing (feat. French Montana)
Uh
Nah, I don't speak in French
Oui, oui
(On the road to riches, on the road to riches, young Rich)
Facts
Every time I pull up with a ting (With a ting, with a ting)
Fast cars, diamond rings (Diamond rings, diamond rings)
Bada boom, bada bing (Bada bing, bada bing)
My youngin make the chopper sing (Chopper sing, chopper sing)
My youngin make the drummers (Drummers, drummers)
My youngin make the drummers (Drummers, drummers)
Bada boom, bada bing (Bada bing, bada bing)
My youngin make the drummers (Drummers, drummers)
Bada boom, bada bing (Uh)
Cut a room, got a ting (Facts)
House so big that the rooms got a wing (Where you at?)
You can see the stars and the moons in my ring (Bling, bling)
Always show love to the goons in the bing (East side)
I'm just a cold-blooded fella from the H (Grr)
Ex-drug dealer, used to sell a bunch of weight (Chill)
Now the cars got stars like they come from outer space (Ooh)
And the rocks in my watch lookin'
Like they jumpin' out the face (Stupid)
All this water on my body got me drippin' wet (Chilly)
Fly clothes that I be rockin' got me drippin' fresh (Ooh)
You know I fuck and then I duck 'em, have them bitches stressed
And I just laugh and leave 'em on read when I get the text
Every time I pull up with a ting (With a ting, with a ting)
Fast cars, diamond rings (Diamond rings, diamond rings)
Bada boom, bada bing (Bada bing, bada bing)
My youngin make the chopper sing (Chopper sing, chopper sing)
My youngin make the drummers (Drummers, drummers)
My youngin make the drummers (Drummers, drummers)
Bada boom, bada bing (Bada bing, bada bing)
My youngin make the drummers (Drummers, drummers)
Chopper singin' like a group
Droppin' hits, yeah, bazooka
The four-door, I'ma coupe it
From the floor up, I maneuver
Look him up, it's all a cap
Made millions off of trap
Start a bundle, that's a pack
Put the South Bronx on my back (Ayy)
From the ground up to the skyscrapers
Front and we gon' violate you
Judge like, "You high, ain't you?"
Coupe, yeah, wide, spacious
Black truck, new body
Jet with two pilots
Diamond rings, more dollars
New ting, no mileage
Stars, want the stars in the Wraith
Got a table like a bar, buy the bar with the eight
I'ma ball like Jamal, yeah, Crawford with the cake
Chopper singin' with the bass
Joint movin' like she laced, ha
Every time I pull up with a ting (With a ting, with a ting)
Fast cars, diamond rings (Diamond rings, diamond rings)
Bada boom, bada bing (Bada bing, bada bing)
My youngin make the chopper sing (Chopper sing, chopper sing)
My youngin make the drummers (Drummers, drummers)
My youngin make the drummers (Drummers, drummers)
Bada boom, bada bing (Bada bing, bada bing)
My youngin make the drummers (Drummers, drummers)
My youngin make the drummers
My youngin make the drummers
Credits
Writer(s): Joseph Jones, Khari Cain, Karim Kharbouch, Harry Fraud, Westen Broek Weiss
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