Testo Bada Bing - Jim Jones feat. Harry Fraud & French Montana
Testo della canzone Bada Bing (Jim Jones feat. Harry Fraud & French Montana), tratta dall'album The Fraud Department
Uh
Nah, bitch, I don't speak in French
Oui, oui, ho (On the road to riches, yeah, I'm rollin')
Facts
Every time I pull up with a ting (With a ting)
Fast cars, diamond rings (Diamond rings)
Bada boom, bada bing (Bada bing)
My youngin make the chopper sing (Brring, brring)
My youngin make the drummers (Drummers)
My youngin make the drummers (Drummers)
Bada boom, bada bing (Bada bing)
My youngin make the drummers (Drummers)
Bada boom, bada bing (Uh), got 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 (Yeah)
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 (Too big)
All this water on my body got me drippin' wet (Chilly)
Fly clothes that I be rockin' got me drippin' fresh (Ow)
You know I fuck 'em, 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)
Fast cars, diamond rings (Diamond rings)
Bada boom, bada bing (Bada bing)
My youngin make the chopper sing (Brring, brring)
My youngin make the drummers (Drummers)
My youngin make the drummers (Drummers)
Bada boom, bada bing (Bada bing)
My youngin make the drummers (Drummers)
Chopper singin' like a group, droppin' hits, yeah, bazooka
Fuck the four-door, I'ma coupe it, from the floor up, I maneuver
Look him up, it's all a cap, made millions off trap
Start a bundle, that's a pack, put the South Bronx on my back
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, by 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)
Fast cars, diamond rings (Diamond rings)
Bada boom, bada bing (Bada bing)
My youngin make the chopper sing (Chopper sing)
My youngin make the drummers (Drummers)
My youngin make the drummers (Drummers)
Bada boom, bada bing (Bada bing)
My youngin make the 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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