Versuri Coi Leray & Bktherula feat. G Herbo – Pink Money lyrics
[?] whatever I do
The LV bag got rhinestones on it
These Tiffany bracelets got imported
Diamonds look like Fiji water
This bitch talk loud, think she important
Balenci’ tags, they can’t afford this
Still got brand new shit in storage
This gas so strong, I’m hearin’ voices
Three bitches with me and they all gorgeous
That’s four bad bitches (Bad)
Where the function at? (Ugh)
Throw that shit in Magic (Yeah)
Got racks on racks on racks (Ugh)
The money make the pussy wet
Damn right, I love a savage
Yeah, he thumbin’ through that check
I like the lettuce, green, and cabbagе
Yeah, that money, that bag
That money, that bag
That monеy, that bag
That money, that money
Yeah, that money, that bag
That money, that bag
That money, that bag
That money, that money
Yeah, that money make your bitch cheat (What?)
That money make your bitch cheat (What?)
That money make your bitch cheat (What?)
That money make your bitch cheat (What?)
Even without that bag, I bag your bitch up into next week (Schyeah)
Even without that cash (Yo), I’m rulin’ shit and this you can’t beat (What?)
The swag, I got a lot on me too (Yeah)
That ass, she shake it on me in the coupe (Yeah)
Big bag, I’m swervin’, this bitch got no roof (Ooh, schkyeah)
Maybach, I’m swervin’, this bitch got cologne in it (Schyeah, schyeah)
Copped a new pent’ with a new throne
Hoes and LVL5 clothes in it (Yeah, hoes)
Four pretty bitches with big titties (Schyeah)
And I got the bag to be thrown with it (Woah)
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 (Phew)
That money, that money
Ayy, I’m a sack chaser
Fuck around make so much in a month, I ain’t even gotta stack paper
Hop on a plane, go pick up a duffle and fly to the ‘Raq later (Go)
Millions, I got all this shit 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 shit, I don’t trust you
Boy, if you ain’t one of mine, it’s fuck you
Touch me and end up dyin’, good luck
.40 on me, I ain’t tryin’ to tussle (Bah)
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 the wrist, I’ma blind the slut (Phew)
Lately, I been gettin’ all kind of money
Bitch know I still ain’t buyin’ her nothin’
Big G-Swerve, I’m ridin’ in somethin’
Two, three whips ‘bout five, six hunnid
One carat tennis, you know how I’m bomin’
Thick shit 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 (Ayy)
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
