More songs by Nine Vicious
Description
Producer: Nine Vicious
Lyricist: Trevon O’Ryan Echols
Lyrics and translation
Original
Broadway, Broadway
Cash. Every time I wake up, I see some cash.
I don't give a fuck about none of y'all.
Oh yeah, yeah, did that.
Oh yeah, yeah, count racks. I ain't never seen rats. You ain't never seen racks.
I gotta feed these. She said she need that.
She on me like poly.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, did that.
Everybody in my business talkin' shit about me. Give a fuck, I hop in this Tesla, I don't even turn no key.
I tell all my bitches you better not tell on me.
Never gonna leave 'cause I give me some more than me.
Huh, these niggas watching me. Huh, just like TMZ. Huh, she bad, Ree Ree. Yeah, say she need me.
Yeah, eat that just like pizza. Call her CeCe.
Huh, you play with my bro, though, we pushin' that six-speed. It's not safe around this ho, we kill you then leave the phone.
I'm just tryna leave cake in your mouth like grill like gold.
Told that ho come check my wrist, she licked that bitch like Froze.
Told that ho come check my wrist, she licked that bitch like Froze.
Oh yeah, yeah, did that.
Oh yeah, yeah, count racks. I ain't never seen rats. You ain't never seen racks.
I gotta feed these.
She said she need that. She on me like poly.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, did that. I got a feeling they killing me.
I'm screaming fuck the industry. Come out her shit like a chimney.
That bitch, it ain't worth a penny. That guy ain't even worth a penny. I'm serving the trap like it's Denny's.
She eating my dick like it's Denny's. I'm telling her suck on my wiener.
Bitch, yeah, I make cheese like you. Tell slime I need me a billi.
Tell slime I'm working a milli. Want smoke?
Little nigga, come get me.
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