Trey Songz - Black Privillege
Overige artiesten: Plies Trouble Zaytoven

Zaytoven
Yeah, yeah, say 'round, what it like out there today, Skoob

We got money, what we finna talk 'bout?
We got hundreds, what we finna talk about?
Keep that money coming in so they can't count me out
Count me out but money coming in
Boy that clear, get in the Lear
Sound like brrrtt, when I pull up
Only got one life that's for certain
Tryna stay humble, I'ma work 'em

Don't do no dumb shit, bitch, I'ma have a car soon (yeah)
I'm the type of nigga fuck up a court room (fuck all that)
I'm the type of nigga nut up don't play wit me (he crazy)
I be bendin' your bitch butt up, occasionally (Skoob)
Pussy all up in his feelings, we fuck the same hoe (duck)
But we don't get the same dough, I'm in the same clothes
From yesterday like fuck a nigga fuck a hoe opinion (fuck 'em)
Don't wanna have no conversation less it's M's in it
Yeah, type, slide on a nigga, get right
I got a few of those hits like
I'ma see what the hoe hit like (smash)
All type of shit bih needa get right (get right)
All your favorite rapper dislike (swear)
Prolly bought a bitch that nigga bitch like (yeah)
Treat you like blood and get your real right

We got money, what we finna talk 'bout?
We got hundreds, what we finna talk about?
Keep that money coming in so they can't count me out
Count me out but money coming in
Boy that clear, get in the Lear
Sound like brrrtt, when I pull up
Only got one life that's for certain
Tryna stay humble I'ma work 'em
Until then I'm flex for my niggas
But until then I'ma flex on these niggas
Until then I'ma flex wit my niggas
But until then I'ma fuck all these bitches
You clear, get in the Lear
Sound like brrrt, when I pull up
Only got one life that's for certain (thank you God)
Tryna stay humble I'ma work 'em


I'ma ride in the Uber got the stick still on me
I been countin' dirty money got the six still on me
I like to beef a lil' different, I want ya bitch lil' homie
I'ma boss, you a worker it don't mix lil' homie
Now what it is lil' baby, I just wanna drop nu'n but dick in ya baby (yeah)
Now how it feel lil' baby, my finger in ya mouth while I give it to ya baby (yeah)
I'on miss lil' baby, Draco on a hundred I'ma hit som'n baby (yeah)
I'm wit the shits lil' baby, duct tape ya ass like I'm Big Bank baby (yeah)
I wanna skeet up in ya right now (right now)
Bust it open for me right now (right now)
Talk that shit, fuck me right now (right now)
When I beat ya from the back, bitch, lights out (woo)

We got money, what we finna talk 'bout?
We got hundreds, what we finna talk about?
Keep that money coming in so they can't count me out
Count me out but money coming in
Boy that clear, get in the Lear
Sound like brrrt, when I pull up
Only got one life, that's for certain
Tryna stay humble I'ma work 'em
Until then I'm flex for my niggas
But until then I'ma flex on these niggas
Until then I'ma flex wit my niggas
But until then I'ma fuck all these bitches
You clear, get in the Lear
Sound like brrrt, when I pull up
Only got one life that's for certain
Tryna stay humble I'ma work 'em

VVVV on my wrist, they hate to see me dippin' like this
They hate to see me livin' like this, all up on yo TV like this
Kissin' black queens on screens that's a hot flex
Baby poppin' vicons I feel like a Viking
Spike Lee'll do the right thing, that's the swipe thing
But I got that cash flow and that's exciting
Niggas been about it
Dick ridin', fuck a nigga sister main girl and his side thing
I be in it till the cops come side me (fuck 12)
Bitches love me like Al Green, yeah

We got money, what we finna talk 'bout?
We got money, what we finna talk 'bout?
We got money, what we finna talk 'bout?
We got money, what we finna talk 'bout?

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