Testo Music over Everythang - Fki, Tyga & Wiz Khalifa
Testo della canzone Music over Everythang (Fki, Tyga & Wiz Khalifa), tratta dall'album Trap Still Boomin' 1
Wake up in the morning, feeling so damn good
Oh man, music so good to me
Me and my niggas 'bout to kick it with some bitches
And you know we 'bout to roll some trees
I'm feelin' it, you feelin' it
I'm feelin' it, you feelin' it
M.O.E., M.O.E., music over everything
M.O.E., M.O.E., music over everything
M.O.E., M.O.E., music over everything
M.O.E., M.O.E., music over everything
Uh, taking my time to perfect the beats
And I still got love for the streets
King gold chains, and my nigga Wiz Khalifa
Got tree, bring the drink
Couple bad bitches, they just want V.I.P
True player, for real, don't bring around me
Got girls lapped up in the backseat
Running like a track meet, that's me
Let go on the 6 speed
Love it when she got her own shit together
Got shit to lose, and she with whatever
Always out of town, she my distant lover
Only pull in driveways with tens and better
Gold rims, we ghetto, on the chase for cheddar
From a jet runway, I can land wherever
Make more in a day than your salary
Nigga, why you mad at me? Talk cheap, I don't lose sleep
Man, I
Wake up in the morning, feeling so damn good
Oh man, music so good to me
Me and my niggas 'bout to kick it with some bitches
And you know we 'bout to roll some trees
I'm feelin' it, you feelin' it
I'm feelin' it, you feelin' it
M.O.E., M.O.E., music over everything
M.O.E., M.O.E., music over everything
M.O.E., M.O.E., music over everything
M.O.E., M.O.E., music over everything
Uh, I roll up that Mary J, my favorite song playing
My clothes from the runway, my kush come from the land
You's a baller or hustler, then you know what I'm saying
Them haters, they talking, hear 'em talk, I don't care
I'm rolling
Probably doing 95, smoking, getting mighty high
Rolling weed since '99, smoke so much, I'll probably fly
If I don't smoke, I'll probably die
I'm golden
Gripping on the steering wheel, listening to my favorite jam
Riding through Hollywood, feeling like the fucking man
Hundred grand to see me, count it before I go to sleep
That's why
Wake up in the morning, feeling so damn good
Oh man, music so good to me
Me and my niggas 'bout to kick it with some bitches
And you know we 'bout to roll some trees
I'm feelin' it, you feelin' it
I'm feelin' it, you feelin' it
M.O.E., M.O.E., music over everything
M.O.E., M.O.E., music over everything
M.O.E., M.O.E., music over everything
M.O.E., M.O.E., music over everything
Drive fast 'til I'm out of gas
Getting money like this, can't look back
She a one night stand, tryna make it last
But I be out of town soon as I hit that
Fifteen stacks, one way, living lavish
Big cabbage, you ain't getting money like that
I put rhymes on the beat, T-Raww's on the feet
Don't hate me, 'cause I'm where you wanna be
I do mostly what the minimum do
So my gross might be yours times twenty-two
Rock twenty two 2's and I chuck up the deuce
Everything great like a nigga Babe Ruth
Translucent roof, but her dress see-through
She just tryna make it, guess you gotta do what you gotta do
Ha, shit, I ain't gon' judge you
But don't expect me to love you, you feeling it?
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Stevenson, David Anthony Willis, Cameron Jibril Thomaz, Jess Jackson, Clarence Gray, Shawn C Carter
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