Jalen Brunson versuri

Versuri Tory Lanez – Jalen Brunson lyrics

[Chorus]
It’s so much money, I can’t even count it, gotta scale it away, uh
I’m throwin’ touchdowns passes in the club for you bitches that played us, uh
Look at y’all pussy niggas, snatchin’ bunch of bitches that we already dated, huh
Trap doin’ real, real numbers, man, this shit feel like we already made it, yeah
We already made it, yeah
This shit feel like we already made it
This shit feel like we already made it, yeah
Trap doin’ real, real numbers, man, this shit feel like we already made it, yeah

[Verse 1]
Pop out the Bay, wе doin’ touchdowns, yeah
I was just doin’ bad
Bitch, I’m back and I’m up now, yeah
All they say is I’m movin’ too spicy
I had pussy niggas try indict mе
But I’m back smilin’, grill icy
From the second they took me up out of that cell
And put me on that bail, I said, lil’ bitch, I’m back on my bullshit
Facing twenty-two years, I said, nigga, no fair, I’ma keep it cool ‘cause I ain’t do shit
I be killin’ for a comin’ every year
I’ll put billboards of me everywhere
In a Porsche, out with a bad bitch, cars and the glass walls everywhere
I’m on some big, big timin’, them Cartier, big, big diamonds
She said my dick ain’t big, she must got a big, big pussy (Woo)
Yeah, all of my diamonds are blizzard and pink
Fuck your ho and wash my dick in the sink
Bitch, get your mind right
You fuckin’ a broke nigga, he can’t pay that pussy in a cent
Fuckin’ him, but he ain’t payin’ your rent
Bitch, get your mind right
Yeah ‘cause we back in here ballin’ again and again
I’m at the mall and I’m spendin’ to spend
Bad bitches, models are ten after ten after ten after ten, yeah

[Chorus]
It’s so much money, I can’t even count it, gotta scale it away, uh
I’m throwin’ touchdowns passes in the club for you bitches that played us, uh
Look at y’all pussy niggas, snatchin’ bunch of bitches that we already dated, huh
Trap doin’ real, real numbers, man, this shit feel like we already made it, yeah
We already made it, yeah
This shit feel like we already made it
This shit feel like we already made it, yeah
Trap doin’ real, real numbers, man, this shit feel like we already made it, yeah

[Verse 2]
Get a ting and a ting, and another ting
Bet’ not never call me by my government
Fuck the ho in the makeup she covered in
She gon’ buy a plane ticket to fuck with me
I’m gon’ lie and say that I’m in love with her
Shit, I did for three weeks, now I’m dubbin’ her
She found out ‘bout my bitch and she subbin’ her
My left hand on her cheek when I’m rubbin’ her
I tuxedo the sleeve when I’m fuckin’ her
What that mean? I can’t link when they cuffin’ her
So much money, I’m cuffin’ the calendar
So much money, I stuff it in tupperware
They don’t know ‘bout this hustle I’m runnin’ up
They don’t know ‘bout the struggle I’m comin’ from (Struggle I’m comin’ from)

[Outro]
Trap doin’ real real numbers, man, this shit feel like we already made it, yeah
We already made it, yeah
This shit feel like we already made it
This shit feel like we already made it, yeah
Trap doin’ real real numbers, man, this shit feel like we already made it, yeah