PAROLES
Clavish – B22 Money Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Aw, I got rappers in my DM’s tryna’ disrespect my worth
Offering B22 money for a verse
See I don’t know what you heard or if you heard how I’m coming
Couple rounds, I ain’t cuffin’
She belong to the streets
Are you buzzing?
She a whore I hope
She ain’t telling people she my cousin
In my mouth I put half-a-dozen
Get the prettiest of women, with minimal discussion
And of course we brung it with us if you see us in the function
In the hood, nigga’s gotta watch their tone if they ain’t one to step
Started off the year not buying Jordans, bought some guns instead
Thеy value their life, so whеn they see us they just run instead
Free my big homie, we left
Couple man on pebble beds
Karma is a bitch, and a crazy one
So I ain’t’ gon’ rap about
Anybody’s boot, or their babymum
But nigga’s need to start strappin’ up, you’re breeding girls
They will go and fuck guys that wanna see you in the mud
What the hell, what the fuck
You is only on that block cos you is not one of us
Mum caught me baggin’, what’s the chance she’s not gonna cuss
If they’re sending me to jail or i’m on tour, only time you’ll see me on a bus
I might need four hands to count the niggas I love
But I don’t even need one to count the niggas I trust
I might need six hands to count the niggas I’ve robbed
That could’ve been their mobile phone, their wife or a box
And the fiends they be taking pics, but very rare their saying cheese
Girls wanna fuck with me, it’s rare that they ain’t saying please
SPRs, AMGs, niggas think they been about
But where were they when we were going Sports Direct to KFC
I need to leave the hood more and spend more time in Duty Free
Every time I buy jewels, I’ma buy a new machine
Stepped out with zero miles, new Amiri, new Celine
My forces cost an extra bill cos on the side it says Supreme
Insta got this dropper stressing me, she’s asking why she follows me
And why I follow Tennessee
Free Swady all he wants is niggas pouring Hennessey
My Mali one, no BBL, her back bigger than Hennedey’s
Mummy found my crack, told me she prefer me selling weed
I tried but that weren’t my thing, so I’m back selling these
Mood swings be on fleek, when I’m in the cemetery
Niggas diss the dead, them niggas got more dead niggas than me
That don’t make no sense
Niggas been in the trap for years and they ain’t made a pence
I’ve seen couple niggas get it worse for sitting on the fence
My youngin’s can’t drive, so if they want a ride I give them peds
And they don’t owe me shit if it’s stab wounds and nothing less
She loves my smile, probably cos it’s VVS
I bet you I can still hit it even though she knows that I jeet her friends
Me and big Wo, probably a drill if we attempt
Now bare niggas gotta get back if we meet again
