Testo Still CBFW - Zillionaire Doe
Testo della canzone Still CBFW (Zillionaire Doe), tratta dall'album D Boi Dreams
That ball, nigga
Call up the driver, fill up the black truck
Call up the driver, fill up the black truck
We got whatever you need, nigga, come and shop with us
Every time we in the club, we got money on the floor
LV to the ground, on that take a nigga ho
'Fore I walk out the house, spray on some Kirke
Walk in the spot, now shit everywhere like some hay
Take too long to sell 'em, shit start turnin' brown
Youngest boss, trap nigga, white tee with the Thom Browne
Nigga, I'll bet the whole- ain't gon' even see it (see)
Too much money, left the money counter, so l guess I gotta weigh it
Sometimes shit fast, sometimes slow
We just left the truck stop, kinda nervous, ain't on no date though
Told bro to watch his speed, gotta get them things home safe (safe)
In that mode, only time I change clothes when I change states
Feel like the people on you, nigga, better pray
Got no ego problem, put up the jewelry we in LA
LV Advisor, know me well, nigga, LV Don
Told bro quit playin', right number, we gon' move a ton
I know I'm a top-five seller 'round the major Plex (6)
Summertime on the way, you can catch us on the yachts and jets
Laws hit the spot yesterday, but we still posted
Dope good, lotta traffic, gotta know how to control it
Shit you brag about, used to it, won't even post it
Gotta pay the neighbors on the street when your shit rollin'
Where I wanna sleep at tonight, got 'bout four spots
Fives, tens and 20s, nigga, that's a D-boy knot
RIP Nip, nigga, I'm thinkin' 'bout the long run
Keep grindin', you ain't where you wanna be, this shit a marathon
I was 21, nigga, when I did the Audemars
Bitches screamin', "Oh, my God, there he go," guess I'm a superstar
Eight month run, nigga ran that bag up super far
See that Z tatted on her, nigga, Zillionaire's is what we are
Doe was last seen in the hood in a supercar
Young nigga tryna get it, had the grams in a glass jar
Tryna see that money add up, stay out the bar
In some fast shit, hit the gas, all you hear is roar
Call up the driver, fill up the black truck
We got whatever you need, nigga, come and shop with us
Every time we in the club, we got money on the floor
LV to the ground, on that take a nigga hoe
'Fore I walk out the house, spray on some Kirke
Walk in the spot, now shit everywhere like some hay
Take too long to sell 'em, shit start turnin' brown
Youngest Boss, trap nigga, white tee with the Thom Browne (with the Thom Browne)
Youngest Boss, nigga
'Fore I walk out the house, spray on some Kirke
Summertime on the way, catch us on the yachts and jets
Nigga, can't be fucked with, nigga, what you wanna bet
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Writer(s): Chow Ian, Armondo Griffin
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