Yeat, SeptembersRich - money twerk 3 lyrics
Yeat [Noah Olivier Smith] Portland, Oregon/Irvine, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Yeat, SeptembersRich - money twerk 3 lyrics]
(Mingo, haha)
(Oh shit, is that filip?)
Err
All our money go up (Err, err)
Bitch, this a Lamb' truck (Err, err)
Y’all goin' out sad as fuck (Err, yeah)
Just for a couple of bucks (Woah)
They can't even do it like us
I got the Cayenne sittin’ outside (Woah)
Whole lotta racks on us on this side
(Yeah! Yeah)
I'm on a Perc', can't open my eye
(Ooh, ooh)
I seen a lot of y'all end up fried
(Yeah! Yeah)
I hit Chanel with like five (Five, five)
I left Chanel with like nun'
(Maybach, maybach)
I be so high I could die (Woo)
I'm with the guys in the sky
Why can't you just tell the truth?
(Why? Why?)
Why is you always lyin’? (Lyin’, lyin')
Yeah, bitch, I don’t need no proof
(Why? Why?)
It sound like a waste of timе (Yeah! Yeah)
Yeah, pull up in a Rolls Roycе truck
(O oh) , yeah, swerve (O oh)
Yeah, none of us give no fucks
(O oh) , you on my nerve (O oh)
Reach for my chain, then somebody gon' die
Call up my twizzy, that boy gon' slide
Fly with the guys when I'm off the Perc’
They ask
"Where he live?" He live on a shirt
Sip on that Tose', I sip on that dirt
A couple of bands, that bitch is gon' twerk
Finna pull out that uzi, lil' vert (Vert)
Hit that bitch right where it hurt (It hurt)
Finna spend me a band on a Perc' (Fuck it)
Fuck that bitch then she want Percs
(Fuck her)
Fuck it, go buy me a house (A house)
Finna fuck her friends, then kick em' out
(Get 'em gone)
Fuck it, then fly to the south
Finna fuck on my old bitch now
I made it, I don't know how
Still shippin' packs all around
(Oh shit, is that filip?)
All our money go up (Err, err)
Bitch, this a Lamb' truck (Err, err)
Y'all goin' out sad as fuck (Err, yeah)
Just for a couple of bucks (Woah)
They can't even do it like us
I got the Cayenne sittin' outside (Woah)
Whole lotta racks on us on this side
(Yeah! Yeah)
I'm on a Perc', can't open my eye
(Ooh, ooh)
I seen a lot of y'all end up fried
(Yeah! Yeah)
I hit Chanel with like five (Five, five)
I left Chanel with like nun'
(Maybach, maybach)
I be so high I could die (Woo)
I'm with the guys in the sky
Why can't you just tell the truth?
(Why? Why?)
Why is you always lyin'? (Lyin', lyin')
Yeah, bitch, I don't need no proof
(Why? Why?)
It sound like a waste of time (Yeah! Yeah)
Yeah, pull up in a Rolls Royce truck
(O oh) , yeah, swerve (O oh)
Yeah, none of us give no fucks
(O oh) , you on my nerve (O oh)
(Oh shit, is that filip?)
Err
All our money go up (Err, err)
Bitch, this a Lamb' truck (Err, err)
Y’all goin' out sad as fuck (Err, yeah)
Just for a couple of bucks (Woah)
They can't even do it like us
I got the Cayenne sittin’ outside (Woah)
Whole lotta racks on us on this side
(Yeah! Yeah)
I'm on a Perc', can't open my eye
(Ooh, ooh)
I seen a lot of y'all end up fried
(Yeah! Yeah)
I hit Chanel with like five (Five, five)
I left Chanel with like nun'
(Maybach, maybach)
I be so high I could die (Woo)
I'm with the guys in the sky
Why can't you just tell the truth?
(Why? Why?)
Why is you always lyin’? (Lyin’, lyin')
Yeah, bitch, I don’t need no proof
(Why? Why?)
It sound like a waste of timе (Yeah! Yeah)
Yeah, pull up in a Rolls Roycе truck
(O oh) , yeah, swerve (O oh)
Yeah, none of us give no fucks
(O oh) , you on my nerve (O oh)
Reach for my chain, then somebody gon' die
Call up my twizzy, that boy gon' slide
Fly with the guys when I'm off the Perc’
They ask
"Where he live?" He live on a shirt
Sip on that Tose', I sip on that dirt
A couple of bands, that bitch is gon' twerk
Finna pull out that uzi, lil' vert (Vert)
Hit that bitch right where it hurt (It hurt)
Finna spend me a band on a Perc' (Fuck it)
Fuck that bitch then she want Percs
(Fuck her)
Fuck it, go buy me a house (A house)
Finna fuck her friends, then kick em' out
(Get 'em gone)
Fuck it, then fly to the south
Finna fuck on my old bitch now
I made it, I don't know how
Still shippin' packs all around
(Oh shit, is that filip?)
All our money go up (Err, err)
Bitch, this a Lamb' truck (Err, err)
Y'all goin' out sad as fuck (Err, yeah)
Just for a couple of bucks (Woah)
They can't even do it like us
I got the Cayenne sittin' outside (Woah)
Whole lotta racks on us on this side
(Yeah! Yeah)
I'm on a Perc', can't open my eye
(Ooh, ooh)
I seen a lot of y'all end up fried
(Yeah! Yeah)
I hit Chanel with like five (Five, five)
I left Chanel with like nun'
(Maybach, maybach)
I be so high I could die (Woo)
I'm with the guys in the sky
Why can't you just tell the truth?
(Why? Why?)
Why is you always lyin'? (Lyin', lyin')
Yeah, bitch, I don't need no proof
(Why? Why?)
It sound like a waste of time (Yeah! Yeah)
Yeah, pull up in a Rolls Royce truck
(O oh) , yeah, swerve (O oh)
Yeah, none of us give no fucks
(O oh) , you on my nerve (O oh)