passthat - dcth4g lyrics
[chorus]
walkin’ out this b*tch with a milli’ on me
n*gga think he sl!ck, but the bl!ck get on him
n*gga, yeah, yeah, yeah, rockin’ rick, armani
n*ggas stare, stare, stare, but they ain’t gettin’ money, b*tch
had to run up that money, had to run up them racks
run up the money, had to run up that sh*t
gotta run it up for me, had to run up them racks
goin’ to the top, and then i pass that lil b*tch
[verse 1]
yeah, i passed that n*gga, gas pack n*gga
walk in this b*tch with a couple of these hunnids
that n*gga act tough, but he sweeter than honey
i pray every day, go to church on a sunday
ran up that motherf*ckin’ paper on monday
ran up that motherf*ckin’ paper on tuesday
ran up them racks, n*gga, long it’s a new day
came with the gang, n*gga, ain’t talkin’ new day
walk in your party, lil b*tch, i’ma break sh*t
icе spice hoe in the back, shе gon’ shake sh*t
n*gga, got guap, all this cake, i’ma bake sh*t
b*tch, new style every day, i’ma shapeshift
go hard every day, n*gga, ain’t got no brakes yet
play and you dyin, my n*ggas gon’ face sh*t
look at my diamonds, my n*gga, they brazy
you think that sh*t fun, but the choppa ain’t gamin
yeah, lil’ b*tch, go brr*bah
young ass n*gga came from the d*mn block
finna stack all this money up like a d*mn block
yeah, hop in the whip, n*gga, speakers gon’ knock
bad lil’ b*tch, give me that top
yeah, lil’ n*gga, you think that you hot
i slam in this b*tch, like i’m the rock
got rollie, my wrist, i don’t eat no clock
stay on sh*t, n*gga, stay on sh*t
i walk in the crib with a bad ass b*tch
i spend all them racks like a badass kid
i flip all them racks, too bad i did
f*ck n*gga mad, my bag too big
too bad, n*gga, cause my brag too big
yeah, the sp*ce in the motherf*ckin’ jag too big, n*gga
[chorus]
walkin’ out this b*tch with a milli’ on me
n*gga think he sl!ck, but the bl!ck get on him
n*gga, yeah, yeah, yeah, rockin’ rick, armani
n*ggas stare, stare, stare, but they ain’t gettin’ money, b*tch
had to run up that money, had to run up them racks
run up the money, had to run up that sh*t
gotta run it up for me, had to run up them racks
goin’ to the top, and then i pass that lil b*tch
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