Lyrics:
Keane
And we've got Glenn Whelan to break lads up
His touch might not be the best but we don't give a f**k
And we've got Robbie Brady to ping it from
a dove
I was head over heels
When I hit the manhole cover
Kathleen walked up, said, "You alright?"
No, I'm in pain, duh.
Well, sleeveless shirts
rifles, and M-1-sixteens
Causing Havoc's, sparkin up chaos, bringing the ruckus
Heavy metal heaters, mobbin under bucks
If you can't beat us, then join
light bills up
Catch a slight chill running when the mic gets touched
By the white Mike Tyson
Yeah, but I still like him
And he was so nice
See if I give
Bitch I'm ballin', bitch I'm ballin', racked up, no wallet
Keep a bad bitch in my team, I should join the league
NBA, never broke again, never
Bitch I'm ballin', bitch I'm
Ballin', racked up, no wallet
Keep a bad bitch in my team
I should join the league
NBA, never broke again
Never going
side
I want to stomp like Tommy Connors
I heard that Frederic weighs a ton
Let's bake up Charlotte's own potatoes
Delicious for the he's, and for
to get paid, blow up like the World Trade
Sometimes I brag like Hov
Sometimes I'm real like Pac
Sometimes I focus on the flow to show the skills I got
rifles, and M-1-sixteens
Causing Havoc's, sparkin up chaos, bringing the ruckus
Heavy metal heaters, mobbin under bucks
If you can't beat us, then join
take the floor
"Admirals! May I present my idea for the world's first human thermos"
Our Bill will sail by submarine in a giant thermos, a corpse
take the floor
"Admirals! May I present my idea for the world's first human thermos"
Our Bill will sail by submarine in a giant thermos, a corpse
up in the morning got raped by bill bill cosley the first god damn what the fuck has happened to me? Losing my mind every single goddamn day. I hope
the bill
Fade for the bill
(Okay)
Throwing the cash out
For the cash cow
In return we get branded
By people who don't care about our interest
But they
I am always broke feels like I am living at the bar
Another week flew by like a shooting star
With all these bills it's hard to move ahead
My fridge
Living in Beverly hills
My house made up of dollars and bills
Seeing the world through a diamond lens
My friends no joke they are super rich folks
show up
This shit remind me of a drive-by
More motherfuckers die by accident than on purpose, why?
Cause they don't know what they doin'
They see if
with benefits
Scroll up ma and join the list
Like you know when I’m with my Squad I never do no wrong
Now I’m hopping out my bag imma Put it on this song
Bill Jackson was a poor old dub
Who joined the Darktown Poker Club
But cursed the day he told them he would join
His money used to go like it had
Dollar Dollar bills
It's like cool water
Big rocks like you brought us
Some where by Carter
Or see me rollin' with ya daughter
(What they call you, man?)
I'ma give all why y'all something, word up
Word up, all my live cats out there gonna love me for this one
They goin' be like,
"Yo you, you need
Bill Jackson was a poor old dub
Who joined the Darktown Poker Club
But cursed the day he told them he would join
His money used to go like it had
OOOUUU, this beat is nasty
Arkitek send me the bill so I can Get active
All ready plotting on how to Control the narrative
Applying pressure by any
on The Warm Up yo
When he did the Last Call on the warmup I was like "Damn I'm tryna do mine
So since this joint got that vibe I'ma do my Last Call right now
only for more sales
We used to catch those on the block with crills
Now it's paid shows, promoters post up bills
Sign dems only if the math is real
If
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