Текст (слова) песни: Mun-E f Billy Cook, L.T. - Money`s the Reason

(*Billy Cook*)
Oh-oooh-oooh
We ball-ing, Mun-E heeey

[Chorus: Billy Cook]
Money is the reason that the girls be calling
A pimp with game, rolling Dealies and Impalas
Placks on my wall, see my screens fall
20 inches crawl in my video, that`s the way we ball
Money is the reason that the girls be calling
A playa with game, rolling Dealies and Impalas
Ice on my wrist, rocks on my fist
Sipping Krys in the club hatas, even boppers show me love

[L.T.]
Now L.T. about to ball, and make my 6-4 hop
Grip my grain and swang, and body rock the whole block
Keep my Lacs on top, a bad bitch to bop
Pulling up drop tops, playboy I won`t stop
I`m too hot you niggas cold, my paper fin to fold
Putting bitches on hoes, while the block on deroad
And make ends, I`m thinking a Lac a baby Benz
They both on twins, with a bitch in the wind
With some friends cause I`m balling, my fifth four falling
The other four crawling, spend a thousand at the mall and
You stalling I`m flipping, wood grain gripping
Slowly I be tipping, down your block in Expeditions
We sipping get with it, I know you niggas feel it
L.T. gon stay spitting, cause I`m one of the realest
Whoever whenever, my niggas got chedda
L.T. a good fella, to my chest with barrettas
I`m on it a Benz I`ma flaunt it, we don`t talk about shit
Just watch a nigga, jump up on it for real
You know a nigga hold it down in this bitch
Doing short time in this bitch, we balling

[Chorus]

[Mun-E]
When it comes to money, nothing`s impossible
Got me flossing big body, taking trips to the tropical
Smoking on optimoes, bouncing and turning on vogues
Smashing on four`s, wood on my dashboard
Too expensive clothes, diamond rings and piece and chains
It glow throwed in the game, so I`ma let my nuts hang
To the floor, sip some Surubber champagne
Tighten the grip up on your grain
We stay in the sky its a pimp in a plane
When I`m on the streets, I be switching the lanes
Flipping the screen, living your dream, drop top Bentley
With twenty inch thangs, beating and banging the block
Went platinum, before my album even dropped
Dollas I cop, hoes that bop, Mun-E gets Mun-E got
Getting rich, while I`m blowing up the spot
Calling all the shots, giving y`all something to screw and chop
Keeping haters heads hot, when it just don`t stop, as i rise to the top

[Chorus]

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Mun-E f Billy Cook, L.T. - Money`s the Reason (Billy Cook) Oh-oooh-oooh We ball-ing, Mun-E heeey [Chorus: Billy Cook] Money is the reason that the girls be calling A pimp with game, rolling Dealies and Impalas Placks on my wall, see my screens fall 20 inches crawl in my video, that`s the way we ball Money is the reason that the girls be calling A playa with game, rolling Dealies and Impalas Ice on my wrist, rocks on my fist Sipping Krys in the club hatas, even boppers show me love [L.T.] Now L.T. about to ball, and make my 6-4 hop Grip my grain and swang, and body rock the whole block Keep my Lacs on top, a bad bitch to bop Pulling up drop tops, playboy I won`t stop I`m too hot you niggas cold, my paper fin to fold Putting bitches on hoes, while the block on deroad And make ends, I`m thinking a Lac a baby Benz They both on twins, with a bitch in the wind With some friends cause I`m balling, my fifth four falling The other four crawling, spend a thousand at the mall and You stalling I`m flipping, wood grain gripping Slowly I be tipping, down your block in Expeditions We sipping get with it, I know you niggas feel it L.T. gon stay spitting, cause I`m one of the realest Whoever whenever, my niggas got chedda L.T. a good fella, to my chest with barrettas I`m on it a Benz I`ma flaunt it, we don`t talk about shit Just watch a nigga, jump up on it for real You know a nigga hold it down in this bitch Doing short time in this bitch, we balling [Chorus] [Mun-E] When it comes to money, nothing`s impossible Got me flossing big body, taking trips to the tropical Smoking on optimoes, bouncing and turning on vogues Smashing on four`s, wood on my dashboard Too expensive clothes, diamond rings and piece and chains It glow throwed in the game, so I`ma let my nuts hang To the floor, sip some Surubber champagne Tighten the grip up on your grain We stay in the sky its a pimp in a plane When I`m on the streets, I be switching the lanes Flipping the screen, living your dream, drop top Bentley With twenty inch thangs, beating and banging the block Went platinum, before my album even dropped Dollas I cop, hoes that bop, Mun-E gets Mun-E got Getting rich, while I`m blowing up the spot Calling all the shots, giving y`all something to screw and chop Keeping haters heads hot, when it just don`t stop, as i rise to the top [Chorus] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Money`s the Reason: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/112/1/15752.html Все тексты песен: Mun-E f Billy Cook, L.T. » Mun-E f Billy Cook, L.T. - Money`s the Reason Рекомендуем скачать: » Эли Бар-Яалом - Хроника » Эдуард Муллер - Фестивальная » Элизиум - Как бы все » Эдуард Хиль - Летка-енька » Эли Бар-Яалом - Там город dream (песня Надико) » Эли Бар-Яалом - Свадьба » Эдита Пьеха - Топ топ » Э.Хиль - Не плачь, девчонка » Эли Бар-Яалом - Предложение другу » Эдуард Муллер - Сомнительный успех » Эдуард Муллер - Довоенное танго » Эмир Шабашвили - В Германию поеду » Эдуард Хиль - Как провожают пароходы » Эдуард Гончаров - Белые сны » Эдуард Гончаров - Решусь и твой переступлю порог... » Эли Бар-Яалом - Остров » Эли Бар-Яалом - Я предан королю » Эмир Шабашвили - Сверкает в ночи уголек светофора и скоро... » Эли Бар-Яалом, Михаил Атлас - Посиделки с воображаемым маляром » Эли Бар-Яалом - Типа романс
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