PJ歌词

作曲 : Devante McCreary/Dominique Jones/Daniel Schnabel
[Intro: BossMan Dlow]
N**ga
Yeah, yeah
N**ga, Big Za
(Gentle Beatz)
Yeah
[Chorus: BossMan Dlow]
I came a long way from lunch trays and eatin' rice, huh (Yeah)
Phone ain't got no service, I'm on a PJ shootin' dice (Yeah)
Went from fifty dollars to my name to 50K a night (N**ga)
You wanna f**k with Big Za, baby, you can't be scared of heights
I wanna take you to the sixtieth floor and f**k you in a pent' (Come here, bae)
Move them bags for me, baby, I'll pay your rent (Come here, bae)
Tinted windows on the rentals, nothin' less than five percеnt, huh (No)
These n**gas ain't ballin', you n**gas be on thе bench, mm (Bench)
[Verse 1: BossMan Dlow]
N**gas be on the sideline, you ain't get no playin' time (N**ga)
I be with them shit poppers, ice on, I'm outside (Bling)
Pockets full of cheese, n**ga, fresher than Febreze, n**ga (Yeah)
Smellin' like some Creed, n**ga (Yeah), head to toe Celine, n**ga (Yeah)
Real solid street n**ga, it's in my eyes, boy (Yeah)
Come and get in with Too Slippery, shit'll change your life, boy (Yeah)
Yeah, I'm screamin', "F**k 12," 'til they free the guys, boy (F**k 12)
You ain't gotta put me in the game 'cause I'm startin' five, boy
This ain't a game, this how I live (Yeah)
Trap ain't dead, I'm dead for real (Yeah)
I'm in a big body switchin' gears
Neck and wrist on [?] (Bling)
Mouth on Aquafina, baby (Bling)
Pockets thick like Serena, baby
Pull up in that—, yeah
Pull up, brand-new Beamer, baby (Vyoom)
[Chorus: BossMan Dlow]
I came a long way from lunch trays and eatin' rice, huh (Yeah)
Phone ain't got no service, I'm on a PJ shootin' dice (Yeah)
Went from fifty dollars to my name to 50K a night (N**ga)
You wanna f**k with Big Za, baby, you can't be scared of heights
I wanna take you to the sixtieth floor and f**k you in a pent' (Come here, bae)
Move them bags for me, baby, I'll pay your rent (Come here, bae)
Tinted windows on the rentals, nothin' less than five percent, huh (No)
These n**gas ain't ballin', you n**gas be on the bench, mm (Bench)
[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
Hold 'em bags for me, baby, you can be my b**ch (Bags for me)
All them times I been in handcuffs, shit, I had to bust my wrist
On a PJ shootin' dice with Dlow, Farda on the four
When we land, I hit a couple folks and tell 'em it's on the floor
My lil' young ho want exotic Birkin, she might know some shit (Yeah)
Break down spot, this b**ch on fire, another house for hoes and spritz (Yeah)
I can show you how to run it up, I really know this shit
Turn a pound into a hundred thou', I'm on the GOATed list
I'm the illest, baby (Yeah), and the realest, baby (Yeah)
Hundred-fifty-five pounds, but I'm the biggest, baby (Yeah)
Treat these bags like kids, can't leave 'em unattended, baby (Gotta watch 'em)
I'ma get this money, be there when I finish, baby (Ho stop callin' me)
[Chorus: BossMan Dlow]
I came a long way from lunch trays and eatin' rice, huh (Yeah)
Phone ain't got no service, I'm on a PJ shootin' dice (Yeah)
Went from fifty dollars to my name to 50K a night (N**ga)
You wanna f**k with Big Za, baby, you can't be scared of heights
I wanna take you to the sixtieth floor and f**k you in a pent' (Come here, bae)
Move them bags for me, baby, I'll pay your rent (Come here, bae)
Tinted windows on the rentals, nothin' less than five percent, huh (No)
These n**gas ain't ballin', you n**gas be on the bench, mm (Bench)