作词 : William Leonard Roberts II/Aldrin Davis
作曲 : William Leonard Roberts II/Aldrin Davis
The imperial
You know
Maybach Music
Ugh
Money through the roof it got it falling through the sky
Got me counting money on a Percocet high
Perpetuate petty n***as awaiting my demise
Noose around my neck you think a young n***a kind
Lookin' deep into my eyes you wanna see me rise
Who was born commitin' sins
You better watch the signs
King of all kings black Rothschilds
One n***a from the South a get you crossed out
So f**k where you from and f**k what you sold
Watch how you come or watch how it go
I diss who you fear 'cause I knew they'd fold
And now I'm richer than them n***as I could do the most
Money through the roof it's falling from the sky
Counting money on a Percocet high
I watch how you speak I listen to your tone
The watches that you wear this different time zones
Crispy calamari tears for the foes
Murder undercover strip from your clothes
Coupes for the curbs suicide doors
Suits to be served for the d**g lords
Clubs full of haters tips for the waiters
Body count AK 47's made us
Bal Harbour shops ninety in a knot
In Design District boy you see me at the top
Collins Ave get the coco from the coast guard
Coast clear let's reward the ones who cook raw
Dolce &Gabbana buttoned to the neck
Still hoping that Your Honor let the jury rest
It's buttoned to the neck
Praying that Your Honor let the jury rest
All I wanna do is watch the ship float
As the sunset I'm talking big d**e
Money through the roof it's falling through the sky
Spent two hundred for the coupe they wanna shoot inside
F**k wearing vests I knew they wouldn't fit
I'm too slow to run that'd get me flipped
They want me broke but a n***a rich
I'm talking real money and not just n***a rich
Rap beefs'll get you n***as buried back east
At least b***h n***as better act easy
I bought the restaurant she sold your metaphors
I held my n***as down you hit the panic doors
I'm not impressed by the paintings on these n***as walls
But will he really draw when in amidst the war
I do it for my homies up against the ropes
Twenty years in this talking to a ghost
Money through the roof it's falling through the sky
My homie in the pen' until the day he die
I put it on his books and give it to his wife
He told me not to visit and to live my life
Money through the roof it's falling through the sky
All these broke n***as gotta run inside
Goyard luggage I just wanna fly
I pray my n***as get to see that other side
Hundred bricks a boy out in St Croix
For the big belly a*s rude boy
Wah'Gwan Double M M G man
Maybach Music
Chaa brrt
Hahaha