Текст песни Chamillionaire - Top Down Money Up
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Текст песни Chamillionaire - Top Down Money Up
Yeeeeaaah, look up in the skyIt's not a bird, it's not a planeIt's one of them little Batman symbol thingsExcept it's got a lizard in itChamillitary, let's get it, ye-yeah!Top down, money up, gotta stay on the grind (grind)Top down, money up, gotta stay on the grind (grind)( )Top down, money up, gotta stay on the grind (grind)Gotta stay on the grind homie, gotta stay on the grind homie (for real)Top down, money up, gotta stay on the grind (grind)Top down, money up, gotta stay on the grind (grind)Top down, money up, gotta stay on the grind (grind)Gotta stay on the grind (grind), gotta go and get mine homieI move from lobby to lobby and the shottie ridin beside meI bet that shottie go lollipop if you tryin to rob meNo, that's probably a hottie, she tuggin on me like a dollyBlack Magic on my tires, while she Mr. Miyagi the body - wax on, wax offI'm a player, don't play so play up above meAll this vegetation I'm makin, I bet ya say that you're hungryJenny Craig for my bread, my wallet lookin so pudgyGot that cake, got that cream, the fat one say that she love meI'ma put the city on my back, I mean put it right back on my backAnd it still say R.I.P. to that Pimp C on back of that 'LlacAnd I keep these broads goin crazy, talk so much smack on my tracksBecause I'm a mack/Mac like your laptop so tell 'em that on iChatUh, you should mind your bidness here, you should mind your bidness dearAll this money I'ma get this year, that mean your money gon' disappearAin't no women strippin here, ain't no women strippin here?Wait till they see my whip appear, that's what I call whip appealIt's the Barack O-baller, I know she tryna hollerRoll her number on a dollar but I really just want the dollarI hope it's not your daughter, cause I'm probably not gon' call herUniversal Republic, yeah I'm the shot that's in your revolverYeah I'm reloading homie, the pistol holder's on meAnd you know I'm talkin to you know who cause you know you're phoneyIt's lonely at the top but I like ridin soloShake off complainers and tell 'em that you won't be rollin no mo'Some want some in the ruler and his first statement said "You suck"Musical chairs, see the chopper, gon' beat a goose, you duckTexas used to be screwed up but you ain't us, you can't fool usGot a problem with Koopa? When, where, how, who, what?He said he hate my confidence and how I wreck the beatTalkin down in front of me, I hope you got some special teethI got my hand on the trigger, the fakeness about rest in peaceActin just like my publicist, I think I'm bout to press releaseThe mover, you the shaker, I'm the realest, you the fakerChamillinators, fact then I'm back to rebuking hatersI promise I pull the baddest broad in stew to bake herI'm true to paper and pretty ones always glued to paperNah I ain't got to love her, Texas I got ya coveredThey tryna be all on the D so I'm bout to pull out the rubbersGot a ghetto chick that I know that'll sock a soccer motherAnd after that probably go to her house and sock her motherI showed the underground how to attract the dollars billsBut I got some haters in the city that want me to keep it realSayin that the kid went commercial to get a dealYou a clown, need to go do commercials for happy mealsThey ain't heard my voice in a minute so the ladies say they been gettin restlessDallas, Fort Worth, San Antonio, Killeen, Austin and Tyler TexasLike Biggie said "Rub on your breasts", remove your clothes, you don't need your dressesA lotta people say they the best but their words are not impressiveLames know that I burn money, I'ma show you how to melt a stackFirst I'ma go hit the bank, then hit Harlem Nights after thatThey know I've been on the grind in every city that's on the mapLooked down at the welcome mat and noticed it said "Welcome back"Ho, all this applause for me? I appreciate it, thank you, thank youI don't need no birthday cake though, I got enough cakeI'm on you boy, yeah, you know what it is, Koopa