Paint Tha Town
Birdman, Rich Gang, Lil Wayne, The Game
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Yeah, Bigger than life, YMCMB Flashy Life, Yeah (Bleh) Red everything, Red (Red) Bentley Chop a nigga down and tell his momma red send me Rack (Rack)in my pocket, What color is that motherfucker Same colour as your insides motherfucker You know we bang money, bang bang bang money Holla at you Soo Woo, that's the new slang dummy And when we hit the club we come in with them trash bags For the money motherfucker, Wall street cash Red jet, Hoppin' with my red flag Pretty red bitch, with my teeth tatt Holla respect the stuntin' in my digery-dash Stay fly out the paw Young Money cash We bang money, bang bang bang money Cash Money Young Money bitch we flip cash Blood line on my bloods see we see and smash Tony guns ak's nigga spit and dash High Life, Carbine with a extra mag Hit the curve, bad bitch nigga dig and dash My life has never been the same since the cash My life ain't been the same since I bust this ass Teardrop gangster, High life gangster Cash Money Young Money bitch we the gangsters (Believe that) You find me on the choppa with my choppa 9's Choppers you can roof bitch ready chop em We laugh into the bank bitch High life more money in the bank bitch You know we do it 24, shit More ho's out the paw when we blow bitch Red everything, Red (Red) Bentley Chop a nigga down and tell his momma red send me Rack (Rack)in my pocket, What colour is that motherfucker Same colour as your insides motherfucker You know we bang money, bang bang bang money Holla at you Soo Woo, that's the new slang dummy And when we hit the club we come in with them trash bags For the money motherfucker, Wall street cash Red everything, Red (Red)Bentley Chop a nigga down and tell his momma red send me Rack (Rack) in my pocket, What colour is that motherfucker Same colour as your insides motherfucker You know we bang money, bang bang bang money Holla at you Soo Woo, that's the new slang dummy And when we hit the club we come in with them trash bags For the money motherfucker, Wall street cash Run up on this Bentley wish a motherfucker would I leave yo ass in Louisiana off in the woods Choppa sinister city, bad boy since the Diddy And my Phantom like a stripclub, ass and titties I f*ck rats, top models and regular ho's Take a ball player picture Nas in my regular clothes And you could have her back, I don't swear ho's I put that on my hood like the crown on the cadillac Teardrop gangster, only got one But if I counted all the bodies they drip to my louis vuitton All red Yeezy's, yeah the flame edition The say I'm out of my mind like I got a cocaine addiction Cuz when I was young I had Young Money Niggas try to stress me out so I tatted it on my tummy Never been a Skylar, Far from a dummy But you disrespect my clip I let the chopper red rumming Yeah, And we bang money, bang bang bang money 50 round drum a nigga try to take this chain from me You was go and kill me I'd already be dead Don't make me come to your hood and paint that motherfucker red Red everything, Red (Red) Bentley Chop a nigga down and tell his momma red send me Rack (Rack)in my pocket, What colour is that motherfucker Same colour as your insides motherfucker You know we bang money, bang bang bang money Holla at you Soo Woo, that's the new slang dummy And when we hit the club we come in with them trash bags For the money motherfucker, Wall street cash Red everything, Red (Red) Bentley Chop a nigga down and tell his momma red send me Rack (Rack) in my pocket, What colour is that motherfucker Same colour as your insides motherfucker You know we bang money, bang bang bang money Holla at you Soo Woo, that's the new slang dummy And when we hit the club we come in with them trash bags For the money motherfucker, Wall street cash Sinister reds hat, Tilt that bitch to the right You know how them bullets travel, Motherfucker book a flight Choppa made them niggas dance, motherfucking boogie nights All of you suckas pussy, None of you pussy's tight I rep that red flag, That's right that red flag I still got blood money, I'm counting red cash I'm in my skinny jeans, with my red Vans I'm with a bad bitch, with a red ass Talk crazy nigga, highway to heaven Automatic start, Automatic weapon Momma need a dress, You gon' need a reference I let Marley shoot 'em, Cuz I'm an convicted fellon Sharp Shooter nigga, yeah shots perfect You have a gog of blood, Bubble up and burp it I'm in that new coupe, Ball head nigga I'm Piru, All red nigga Yeah black wall Cash Money paint the town red Yeah, We paint the town red I tell em motherfucking Black wall Cash Money paint the town red Yeah, We paint the town red Tell em holla at me Hit your town in these whips Sun shining (Bleeh) Yeah, Like new money, One Hunna
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Written by: DWAYNE CARTER, BRYAN WILLIAMS, JAYCEON TAYLOR, JOHN CHRISTOPHER
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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