Текст песни No Question f Bianca - You Can Get That
No Question f Bianca - You Can Get That слова песни
[Bianca]Uh, first ladyUh huh, No QuestionC`mon, c`monWe gon` have a little Cristall poppin` hereYou can see me in the top, be clear, not the Benz baby boyI`mma go wit the box this yearWe ain`t gon` take it, we can stop it thereCalifornia, pay Rodeo a visitCuz if it ain`t Hollywood, in a year you`ll be kickin`Get it down, C`s spent in the rolls with meM.F., No Q, I was suppose to be [No Question] If you want a five double O, you can get that If you want ice on your wrist, you can get that If you want a house and some land, you can get that lady Let`s spend some money, we can do this baby If you want a mink coat, you can get that If you want some karats on your ring, you can get that If you want a house and some land, you can get that lady Let`s spend some money, we can do this babyAnything mamma, go and get that doughDon`t spend cash, won`t call no moreCats wanna know you but they don`t knowYou want the fast life and them high priced clothesMoney ain`t never been a thing to meIf your woman ain`t laced, then she`s gonna leaveYou`re lookin` for a baller then you just found meLet`s hit Rodeo for a shopping spreeRepeat 1I`m looking for a partner who will die for meIn the bedroom, she`s a superfreakOn the down low, take a fall for meTake a long stroke `till my back gets weakMa, I love the way that you play these catsPoppin` their guns like they built like thatTalk about game and ain`t got no rapAnything you want baby, you can get thatRepeat 1[Bianca]We need to talk, heard you wanna put some ice on my earBaller, huh? Hundred thou` twice in a yearFirst Chick`s the name, you gotta make the white sickDrop six and I love the way the rock sitStay long, I`mma show you how to top flipI ain`t jokin`, just floatin` where the chips atFocus on the crib, clothes, I`mma get thatWhat it take to make the kitty cat purrThe chrome wheels, lights in six blame furPlatinum piece in back of every four karatsStack at least cuz I got a heavy `dro habitIt`s all about the chips, be all about the cashAll about the wrist he ballin` in the JagTipsey, crispy, all up in my glandsFifty, sixty, all about my manFendi, Gucci shot the boss`s gameRepeat 1It`s all about the cash, it`s all about the doughIt`s all about the stash, and make a little mo`It`s all about the cash, it`s all about the doughIt`s all about the stash, and make a little mo`Repeat 1 until fade