Testo economy - coldbydefault
Testo della canzone economy (coldbydefault), tratta dall'album COLD CONFESSIONS
I did you wrong, don't call my phone I won't pick up, you do the same shit we
grown I used to be broke, now a na ballin
too much Had to keep myself tight, leave the fake people
in the dust Girl, I cannot trust, something I confess
I want you to know that, girl, a part of me is dead
I want you to know that lately, I've been dodgin' feds
Took it the wrong way, baby, I don't know what you meant
I just wanna have a good time, baby, give me neck
I don't want no love, baby, so I'll leave you on read
Workin' hard by myself, God gon' give me cred
She said, if I remember, girl, I don't know what you said
I gave you the best of me, I gave more love, girl, actually
Can never go down, I'm on my feet She grabbin' my tummy, then my meat
Need food on my plate, I gotta eat So many people been doubtin' me
I been buggin', now I'm just a fire me I been livin' my life with honesty
I don't pick up the phone when you callin' me
I can tell when a bitch can't get over me
I don't wanna pick up, but she callin' me
I know shawty is goin', but overly I have trust issues, baby, so I'ma leave
Money makin' machine, that's what I'ma need
Nothin' perfect in this world, girl, honestly
Girl, I know that you been goin' through some shit
And I know we been fightin' so much, you like Bruce Lee
This shit is barely runnin' like a hoopty
Last night I was buggin', felt like a movie
I need a tooly
I need affection, girl, you don't get me that
What's up with that
Baby, I'm a foreign man, I just like to money dance
Baby, stop doubtin' me, baby, stop doubtin' me
I know it's hard, baby, to love in this economy
I know it's hard to fall in love in this economy
You wanna double back, baby, I'm done with that
I got no time at all, so I just hit the gas
I'm swervin' on the road, I'm hopin' I don't crash
I'm countin' money up, always been good at math
Need food on my plate, I gotta eat
So many people been doubtin' me
I been buggin', now I'm just a fire me
I been livin' my life with honesty
I don't pick up the phone when you callin' me
I can tell when a bitch can't get over me
I don't wanna pick up, but she callin' me
I have trust issues, baby, so I'ma leave
Money-makin' machine, that's what I'ma need
Nothing perfect in this world, girl, honestly
Girl, I know that you be goin' through some shit
And I know we been fightin' so much, you like Bruce Lee
This shit is barely runnin' like a hoopty
Last night, I was buggin, felt like a movie
I been practicin' I might need a tooly, yeah
Girl, I'm focused on my dreams, I cannot hear you now
Yeah, I cannot give you any feelings, baby, it's dead now
Love was good, but she turned me back
I just wanna get high, I don't wanna deal with crap
I know you did something awful behind my back
I know God got my side, so a nigga would never lack
Smokin' pounds and pounds, baby, I just need all that
There's no heart in this economy, baby, I'm done with that
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Writer(s): J F
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