Fly-Ty - Usher Raymond (feat. Juelz Santana, Cap 1 & Lil' Durk) | Текст песни

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• Usher Raymond (feat. Juelz Santana, Cap 1 & Lil' Durk)

[Juelz Santana - Chorus]
30,000 on my wrist, fuck you saying?
Copy cash at the lot, no complaining
Pussy niggas point fingers at my arrangement
They all here singing in the streets like Usher Raymond
Usher Raymond, Usher Raymond
These niggas singing in the streets like Usher Raymond
Usher Raymond, Usher Raymond
These niggas singing in the streets like Usher Raymond

[Verse 1: Fly-Ty]
30,000, all 20's, build that on one watch
100,000, all hundreds, do that on one drop
Five bricks, we dope down, sold that on one block
Those taj mollies go for ten dollars, one color on one block
Play around with small money, a nigga must wanna die money
I'mma get rich or die trying, put that on shot money
15, came home, I'm working hard but I never left
In the town house, on Leonard's road, made with it
Ain't the sheriff, it's Fly-Ty, know the name, I get money
Know the game, I trip poppy, one call, you bring mow trucks
Queens nigga, ball hard, my game, slow bucks, but let's be honest
One my feet, Fly-Ty don't walk cheap

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Cap 1]
100 bricks gone out on room service
Any bitch sing with me, that's her sole purpose
Flat foot pimpin', I don't have feelings
Pulled up to the club, I don't have a ceiling
200K large, pop it, Instagram it
With my centerfold bitch, she 'bout as pink as Janet
These niggas singing songs, niggas, Usher Raymond
I'll fucking pull that bitch, these niggas must be playing
I won't pay that bitch shit, better pay attention
Try to win that new Mercedes, that's my favorite engine
Shout is out to my real niggas, stay as soft as sweet A1
Only fuck with the baddest bitches, first deals when they ain't come
Run around with these old niggas, like young niggas, better straighten something
These niggas singing, that paper weigh, you don't like me nigga, then say something

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Lil' Durk]
These niggas be singing, tell 'em hold up
That mac barrel look like doughnut
From back to New York, one nigga smoke like New Port
Cash out, full of bitch that red dot, red beans on this face like red hot
Got a couple young niggas with dreadlocks
Rob me put his flare through jail locks
Ask about me, I'm about that light, chain niggas and I won't think twice
These niggas, they stop, they mice, hear my nigga, y'all call it light
Don't care how much, you nothing, no new niggas, no talent
LV on my seat, they ballin', neck rolling, only chilling
My youngest shoot like barren, I got them beats by Janet
My youngest shoot like Kevin, I got them beats by jamming
I gotta ball away, I'll never change, and I gotta stay low, I see Usher Raymond

[Chorus]

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