Everything 4 Sale
(专辑: BLO: The Movie - 2019)
[Hoodrich Pablo Juan:] Yeah, DJ Champ in this motherfucker Know what I'm saying, my diamonds hitting, nigga Diamonds hitting like they DJ Champ Hoodrich, nigga Money, plugs, and guns I
got my mind on my money, got money on my mind Yeah, 24/7 in the
trap, I'm on my grind What you want? What you need? Yeah, I'm selling if you buying We got it, yeah, we got all different kinds Everything for sale, my eyeball like a
scale We'll serve you anything you want, you better not tell We got wholesale, bust it down and retail Trapping out the
back door, nigga, don't ring that doorbell Serving the
work out the
cabinet I
fell in love with the
Addies I
was always good at mathematics I
bust it down, scale it, and bag it Give you extras, you can have it I'm in Dallas like a
Maverick Thirty clip got me sagging Traphouse like a
cabin I
get the
work, I'm the
fastest Eyeball the
work, got a
scale on my glasses Come to the
trap, we got hired assassins Whole lot of green, got it hired and grass Graduated trap, highest in class Nobody can count it, just hide the
cash Run up a
sack, thigh pad Turn into a
snitch, he going out bad Yeah, a
street nigga made a
treasure out of trash I
was broke, I
got fixed, no cast Ran off on the
plug, no mask Walk around with a
dub in my bag Yeah, I
pulled up in a
brand new Jag Ooh, shawty got too much swag Hating ass nigga, I
can see why you mad Can't stand these niggas, I'm in my bag I
got my mind on my money, got money on my mind Yeah, 24/7 in the
trap, I'm on my grind What you want? What you need? Yeah, I'm selling if you buying We got it, yeah, we got all different kinds Everything for sale, my eyeball like a
scale We'll serve you anything you want, you better not tell We got wholesale, bust it down and retail Trapping out the
back door, nigga, don't ring that doorbell [Young Dolph:] Stashed a
quarter million in the
pillow, I
ain't lying (Guala) Then fell asleep on it, now I
got money on my mind, ayy Retro number 9's, took your bitch, made her mines Cashed the
plug out for a
hundo, gave him a
high five Rolling up Biscotti, flying in a
Ferrari Selling OG out my traphouse, but I'm smoking Smarties (Trap) Twenty bitches in New York and all of 'em exotic Shitting on you niggas on purpose, I
can't say I'm sorry (It's Dolph) Jumped up out the
Benz, left it running (Skrrt) Look in the
mirror, my reflection a
bag of money (Hey) Copped the
bags in Cali, then I
sent 'em to the
country (Trap) Front 'em to my nigga while I
go shopping in London, hey, hey [Hoodrich Pablo Juan:] I
got my mind on my money, got money on my mind Yeah, 24/7 in the
trap, I'm on my grind What you want? What you need? Yeah, I'm selling if you buying We got it, yeah, we got all different kinds Everything for sale, my eyeball like a
scale We'll serve you anything you want, you better not tell We got wholesale, bust it down and retail Trapping out the
back door, nigga, don't ring that doorbell