More songs by Slayyyter
Description
Composer, Associated Performer, Lyricist: Slayyyter
Composer, Lyricist: Austin Dale Corona
Producer, Composer, Lyricist, Recording Engineer: Wyatt Bernard
Recording Engineer, Producer: Austin Corona
Mixing Engineer: Clint Gibbs
Mastering Engineer: Randy Merrill
Lyrics and translation
Original
Money, drugs, chains on my chest, bag vintage Celine Diamond grills, champagne bottles, swagger, I bleed I want sex, money, bitches and the stickiest weed I want a cigarette
Don't wanna talk to you
I'm over all that Don't try nothing with me Boy, I don't want it You should go and get with her
She's better for ya Baby, I'm not that girl
Don't want no lovin' from you Don't try nothing with me
Oh, I don't want it You should go and get with her
She's better for ya Let her just be your girl
Boy, I don't want ya
I don't want lovin' I bet I want it Sex, money, drugs, chains on my chest, vintage
Celine Diamond grills, champagne bottles, I get for free I want sex, money, bitches and the stickiest weed Fuck I'm goin' to his closet, steal some of his Supreme I want feet of Chanels, I want good personnel I wanna dye my hair every pretty shade of pastel I want nasty after-parties, wake up at the motel I want feet of Chanels, I want somethin' for real
I don't give a damn
Don't you understand? I've been down
So don't come around I see it, know you want it
Yeah, I'm not goin' for it
Listen to this, you really want a chance Sorry man, not a fan, he lookin' when I dance Keep your hands out your pants, I never really want it
You know that all I want is, all I want is Money, drugs, chains on my chest, bag vintage Celine Diamond grills, champagne bottles, swagger, I bleed I want sex, money, bitches and the stickiest weed I want a cigarette
Money, drugs, chains on my chest, bag vintage Celine Diamond grills, champagne bottles, swagger, I bleed I want sex, money, bitches and the stickiest weed I want a cigarette
Sex, money, drugs, chains on my chest, vintage Celine Diamond grills, champagne bottles, I get for free I want sex, money, bitches and the stickiest weed Fuck I'm goin' to his closet, steal some of his Supreme I want feet of Chanels, I want good personnel I wanna dye my hair every pretty shade of pastel I want nasty after-parties, wake up at the motel I want feet of Chanels, I want somethin' for real Feet of Chanels, I want somethin' for real Feet of Chanels, I want somethin' for real Feet of
Chanels, I want somethin' for real