ฟังเพลงPink Money (Explicit)

Pink Money (Explicit) - Coi Leray/Bktherula/G Herbo

Lyrics by：Coi Leray Collins/Herbert Randall Wright III/Brooklyn Candida Rodriguez

Composed by：Coi Leray Collins/Herbert Randall Wright III/Brooklyn Candida Rodriguez

Produced by：Hendrix Smoke

The LV bag got rhinestones on it

Tiffany bracelets got imported

Diamonds look like fiji water

This ***** talk loud think she important

Balenci' tags they can't afford this

Still got brand new **** in storage

This gas so strong I'm hearin' voices

Three ******* with me and they all gorgeous

Yeah that's four bad *******

Bad

Where the function at?

Throw that **** at Magic

Yeah got racks on racks on racks

That money make the pussy wet

Damn right I love a savage

Yeah he thumbin' through that check

I like the lettuce green and cabbage

Yeah that money that bag

That money that bag

That money that bag

That money that money

Yeah that money that bag

That money that bag

That money that bag

That money that money

Yeah dat money make yo' ***** cheat

Dat money make yo' ***** cheat

Dat money make yo' ***** cheat

Dat money make yo' ***** cheat

Even without that bag I bag yo' ***** up into next week

Even without that cash I'm ruling **** and this you can't beat

Da swag I got a lot of me too

That ass she shake it on me in da coupe

Maybach I'm swervin' this ***** got no roof

Maybach I'm swervin' this ***** got cologne it

Copped a new pent with a new throne

Hoes and LVL5 clothes in it

Four pretty ******* with big titties

And I got the bag to be thrown with it

Yeah that money that bag

That money that bag

That bag

That money that bag

The bag

That money that money

Bag

Yeah that money that bag

That bag

That money

Money

That bag

That bag

That money that bag

That money that money

Aye I'm a sack chaser

**** around make so much in a month

I ain't even gotta stack paper

Hop on a plane go pick up a duffle fly to the 'Raq later

Millions I got all this **** off the muscle

Every nigga with me a piece off the puzzle

I went corporate my big brother hustle

Run up get shot in your **** I don't trust you

Boy if you ain't one of mine it's **** you

Touch me and end up dyin' good luck

.40 on me I ain't tryin' to tussle

I put it all on the line huh

No it ain't my first time what's up?

Pristine watch all the diamonds flooded

Lift up my wrist I'ma blind the slut

Lately I been gettin' all kind of money

***** know I still ain't buyin' her nothin'

Big G-Swerve I'm ridin' in somethin'

Two three whips 'bout five six hundred

One carat tennis you know how I'm bummin'

Thick **** with me they all wanna suck it

Accounts No Limit I don't got a budget

Can't stop spendin' I love it I love it I love it I love it

Yeah that money that bag

That money that bag

That money that bag

That money that money

Yeah that money that bag

That money that bag

That money that bag

That money that money