Automatic歌词

(DY Krazy)

All these foreigns automatic
They know where we come from, now they see us livin' lavish
And I done fell in love with all this money, I wan' marry it
My n!ggas in the feds, they almost had it, they was grabbin' it
Fresher than a manneq'
All this money make you panic
She don't wanna lose her soul
All for these racks, she let me have it

I bring them cars out, n!gga
I made it straight up out them trenches
Ever since, go all out winnin'
VVS's in all our pendants
I gave shawty Chanel filled with Benjis
I ain't know she'll ball out and spend it
When I see it, no waitin', I'm divin' in it
If you want it, you got it, don't do the lendin'
In the back of the 'Bach with the richest linen
I got fifty, nothin' less stickin' out the glizzy
Got the latest Goyard with them bodies in it
From the front of the yard, I could dot a n!gga
From the top of the bleed, I could spot a n!gga
You know that I'm on it, you know that I'm holdin' it
Ain't no way, and if you play, I'ma pop a n!gga
I ain't doin' no time, forever I'm chosen
Quit throwin' them B's with a hundred pistols
But Quando my n!gga, forever we rollin'
I'm twenty right now, been inside the system
I done ran it way up, n!gga, I'm fully loaded
B!tch, I pull up, n!gga

Fresher than a manneq' (Oh, oh, oh)
All this money make you panic (Oh, oh, oh)
She don't wanna lose her soul
All for these racks, she let me have it (She let me have it, let me have it)
All these foreigns automatic ('Matic)
They know where we come from, now they see us livin' lavish
And I done fell in love with all this money, I wan' marry it (Marry it)
My n!ggas in the feds, they almost had it, they was grabbin' it (Grabbin' it, woo)

Money automatic, racks, I gotta have it (Racks)
Talk about the cash, I'm a f!ckin' addict (What?)
And your b!tch on my d!ck, she a d!ck fanatic
She flexible, just might be acrobatic (Flexible)
I'ma ball out with it (Ball out)
Don't need the rubber, she comin' with it (Comin' with it)
She a freaky-ass b!tch, let three hit it (Three hit it)
Pull up in the Lamb', that's three-fifty (No cap)
All these foreigns in my yard, she gon' f!ck me in the car
'Cause she know that I'm a sta-a-a-ar
Kill the p!ssy, I'ma stab it (Stab it)
See the money, gotta grab it (Woo)
You do too much hatin', that's a bad habit (Rich)

Fresher than a manneq' (Oh, oh, oh)
All this money make you panic (Oh, oh, oh)
She don't wanna lose her soul
All for these racks, she let me have it (She let me have it, let me have it)
All these foreigns automatic
They know where we come from, now they see us livin' lavish (Lavish)
And I done fell in love with all this money, I wan' marry it
My n!ggas in the feds, they almost had it, they was grabbin' it (Grabbin' it)