HKFiftyOne, Charlie Blaze - preach lyrics
[HKFiftyOne, Charlie Blaze - preach lyrics]
Getting all this bank, I'm on the move
I was making this while you was out of tune
Now I'm flexing all the drip, it's how I do
You could ask your bitch, she
Said she like it, too
Yeah, she like it, too
Getting all this bank, I'm on the move, ayy
I was making this while you was out of tune
Ayy now I'm flexing all the drip
It's how I do, ayy
You could ask your bitch, she
Said she like it, too
Yeah, she like it, too
Keep it on the low, got a pocket full of gas
Ayy listen to me preach, I could
Take all y'all to Mass, ayy
Only seeing green, only color that'll last
Ayy baggage at the door, keep that
Bitch up in the past, ayy
Shake off all the fake dogs in the play yard
Hey, mom, look at my song in the gray fog
Stay long
I'ma be a hit 'til I'm dеad gone
Started from the bottom likе
I'm Drizzy Drake there's a famine
That's the reason y'all don't hit the same
This a quarter-milly Benzie on
Some real estate that's a fifty on my wrist
And twenty on my plate, ayy
Getting all this bank, I'm on the move
I was making this while you was out of tune
Now I'm flexing all the drip, it's how I do
You could ask your bitch, she
Said she like it, too
Yeah, she like it, too
Getting all this bank, I'm on the move, ayy
I was making this while you was out of tune
Ayy now I'm flexing all the drip
It's how I do, ayy
You could ask your bitch, she
Said she like it, too
Yeah, she like it, too
Shout out to my fam
I'ma make you really proud
When I'm rocking up on stage
I'ma call you from the crowd
Yeah, that's right, you in backstage
Said you being way too loud
Damn, my homie got kicked out 'cause
He smoked a fucking pound
Roll it up i'm in the hitting blunts
Shooter on my side, boy
This ain't what you want
I got money but could never get enough
I might fuck around and outpizza the Hut
Diamonds on my neck could cost a coupe
I feel like Tity Boi 'cause now I got two
(2 Chainz)
Plottin' on me ain't the right move
Boy, you better not like
A motherfuckin' noose yeah
Getting all this bank, I'm on the move
I was making this while you was out of tune
Now I'm flexing all the drip, it's how I do
You could ask your bitch, she
Said she like it, too
Yeah, she like it, too
Getting all this bank, I'm on the move, ayy
I was making this while you was out of tune
Ayy now I'm flexing all the drip
It's how I do, ayy
You could ask your bitch, she
Said she like it, too
Yeah, she like it, too
I was making this while you was out of tune
Now I'm flexing all the drip, it's how I do
You could ask your bitch, she
Said she like it, too
Yeah, she like it, too
Getting all this bank, I'm on the move, ayy
I was making this while you was out of tune
Ayy now I'm flexing all the drip
It's how I do, ayy
You could ask your bitch, she
Said she like it, too
Yeah, she like it, too
Keep it on the low, got a pocket full of gas
Ayy listen to me preach, I could
Take all y'all to Mass, ayy
Only seeing green, only color that'll last
Ayy baggage at the door, keep that
Bitch up in the past, ayy
Shake off all the fake dogs in the play yard
Hey, mom, look at my song in the gray fog
Stay long
I'ma be a hit 'til I'm dеad gone
Started from the bottom likе
I'm Drizzy Drake there's a famine
That's the reason y'all don't hit the same
This a quarter-milly Benzie on
Some real estate that's a fifty on my wrist
And twenty on my plate, ayy
Getting all this bank, I'm on the move
I was making this while you was out of tune
Now I'm flexing all the drip, it's how I do
You could ask your bitch, she
Said she like it, too
Yeah, she like it, too
Getting all this bank, I'm on the move, ayy
I was making this while you was out of tune
Ayy now I'm flexing all the drip
It's how I do, ayy
You could ask your bitch, she
Said she like it, too
Yeah, she like it, too
Shout out to my fam
I'ma make you really proud
When I'm rocking up on stage
I'ma call you from the crowd
Yeah, that's right, you in backstage
Said you being way too loud
Damn, my homie got kicked out 'cause
He smoked a fucking pound
Roll it up i'm in the hitting blunts
Shooter on my side, boy
This ain't what you want
I got money but could never get enough
I might fuck around and outpizza the Hut
Diamonds on my neck could cost a coupe
I feel like Tity Boi 'cause now I got two
(2 Chainz)
Plottin' on me ain't the right move
Boy, you better not like
A motherfuckin' noose yeah
Getting all this bank, I'm on the move
I was making this while you was out of tune
Now I'm flexing all the drip, it's how I do
You could ask your bitch, she
Said she like it, too
Yeah, she like it, too
Getting all this bank, I'm on the move, ayy
I was making this while you was out of tune
Ayy now I'm flexing all the drip
It's how I do, ayy
You could ask your bitch, she
Said she like it, too
Yeah, she like it, too