Rican Johnny
(专辑: Murder For Hire - 2015)
Murder For Hire Bread Winner Association Comission guys are it We got it for the
next two summers, nigga Take her backseat watch this It's Holiday Season, bitch Money count don't stop Foreign cars, bad bitches Suitcase full of money (Holiday Season) Nigga I
don't get tired [Hook:] Money really make me feel like I
could be somebody When I
pull up in that Benz, beaucoup freaks surround me I
was born with a
plug who am I
to lie You know I
let them fly like Puerto Rican Johnny Money coming to me riding round with duffel bags Stacks of dirty money wrapped in beaucoup rubber bands I
was born with a
plug who am I
to lie You know I
let them fly like Puerto Rican Johnny My bitch is Tahoe, this whip came equipped with Moscato My driver be driving me around Gunner and Boobie, my clique full of shooters look stupid They sending them rounds While I'm in bounds, awkwardly I
got an ounce Groupies be following me around Want me the
take off the
rubbers, you dummy it's nothing You fuck with a
few of my rounds Britches ain't baggy, but my pants are sagging This Five Panel hat and I
just turned it backwards Somewhat eclectic I
don't fuck with rappers I'm not into swagging but they love my swagger Your bitch is an animal, fuck from the
back And it's somewhat degrading the
way I
behave with her Want me to stay with her, I
could just play with her hard On her feelings won't kiss her, won't lay with her Bitch I
got paper to get If I'm broke then I'd probably end up unhappy I'm a
ceramic, pull up on carbon ceramics My bitch didn't deliver a
package The
neighbor was snooping, he threatened to take me to court And you know we look at it like ratting Nigga out in front of his home felt like aiming this long But that shit wasn't even effective [Hook] Where the
bands at, rubber band that Caught money giving orders to a
bitch, excuse me? Fynna say orders to your bitch I
ain't really even really wanna argue this shit I
got a
condo and a
crib And the
people that I
own it check, now nigga come get it how you live Put that on the
RIP, Rest in Peace to my nigga Weep got a
feeling that I'm on a
muthafucking wig Carve a
pussy not at all a
pussy, would it bother you or can I
call you pussy? On the
phone with a
bitch I
can call for pussy, I
ain't feed her no dick Im'ma starve the
pussy Ball with the
balls and my arms in the
pause, run a
nigga up with his arms in the
car In the
car unalarm, in the
car with a
alarm I
was talking bout the
feds if your offed then your on I'm in love with the
way the
money come off of these drugs My conversations addictive some people might catch 'em a
buzz While you was in jail this nigga was fucking your fiancé That bitch gon' love and she gon' kik but she not Beyonce [Hook] Niggas playing with my niggas when they not here You know you owe some niggas money its gon' sound fair Treat my nigga like he [?] you a
pussy nigga And don't be rapping on his name with all you pussy niggas Ball, welcome to Puerto Rico Ball, ball, welcome to Puerto Rico Ball, ball, welcome to Puerto Rico Ball, ball, welcome to Puerto Rico You got that in there? Let me hear that nigga