Chris Travis - Where My Money (Bloody Reasons remix) | Текст песни

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I'm like the leaves in the fall never blend or dissolve
Orange paint on my walls, blue lights in the hall
Thinking big, never small, ass, tits and her [?]
Paying rent for your home, paying rent for the zone
So damn deep when I'm on the creep
Still got drugs but I never sleep
Still got plugs when I'm in the east
Pocket full of money, but we ride on e
Water Boyz for life everything on me
I'm too bright probably make your eyes bleed
Flow so sick turn a nigga chinese
So lowkey where they won't find me

[Hook]

I don't give a fuck about you, bitch where my money?
Smoking blunts up in her house fool, cause it's too sunny
Promise I can't fuck with you, I know your game
Promise I can't be with you, you fuck with lames
I don't give a fuck about you, bitch where my money?
Smoking blunts up in her house fool, cause it's too sunny
Promise I can't fuck with you, I know your game
Promise I can't be with you, you fuck with lames

[Verse 2]

Bitch I'm a grind 'till the day that I drop
I'm a die then come back as a raindrop
High I be stayin' niggas y'all so flip-flop
Baby catch up bitch this not hip-hop
I don't really give a fuck just playin' hop scotch
On the beat cause it's easy for a nigga, why not?
Smoke blunts till I fall and my heartbeat stops
Beat a nigga in the hall 'till the teacher came out
Didn't even need to smoke now I gotta keep an ounce
And I smoke with my niggas when they all money down
And you already know boy I'm comming through your town
Like [?] shoot shit down
Thought I'm worth about a mil cause [?] in my pay
East Memphis vet bitch that's somethin' you never had
All these girls on my dick brah shout outs to my dad
Claim you smoking on other shit harder than bread

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