歌词
Phew, phew, yeah
If you weigh me down then I gotta remove you
If you in my way, then I gotta go through you (Don, don)
Look, look, look, funeral
I don't talk sh!t b!tch, I do it (Huh)
They say, "All facts," but don't prove sh!t (Huh)
You in my way, need to move, b!tch (Huh)
Shut the fxck up, no excuses (Huh)
This a win-win, swear I'm so choosy
Money spread on me like Boosie
Real ones ride for me, no cruise ship
I don't really sleep or take naps, no snoozin'
All these burners real hot, but we coolin'
I was playin' dumb, everything that I was doin'
My accountant just called, said, "Sh!t been movin'"
I'm postin' hell, no gun, I got two of 'em
I never remind a n!gga, what I'd do for 'em
I was dead broke, sleep on the futon
Now I'm up, now I'm big as a funeral
Everyday I'm lit, my life like a re-run
If I take your sh!t, can't give you no refund
Ten mil for a deal I agree on, I put on for Atlanta like Dion
Chrome heart glasses, I can't see 'em
From the apartments to an arena
Where that 'lil boy been? I ain't seen him
Look at God style, drivin' the demon
Fxck what you earn
I don't talk sh!t b!tch, I do it (Huh, yeah)
They say, "All facts," but don't prove sh!t (Huh, yeah)
You in my way, need to move, b!tch (Yeah)
Shut the fxck up, no excuses (Yeah)
This a win-win, swear I'm so choosy
Money spread on me like Boosie
Real ones ride for me, no cruise sh!t (Yeah, yeah)
I don't talk sh!t, b!tch, I do sh!t (I do sh!t)
Soft top on my car like it's Jewish (Like it's Jewish)
Catch a body like Ray Lewis (Ray Lewis)
Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt
Lil Tunechi, I'm in the b!tch, I'ma cook it like Lucious (Yeah, yeah)
I'm gonna sip out that purple pollution (Yeah, yeah)
I get the checks and just do it no swooshes (Yeah, yeah)
Flex on my ex then I flex on my new b!tch (Yeah, yeah)
No disrespect, I bust down the noose (Yeah, yeah)
Put it on my neck, now my neck a nuisance (Yeah)
I am a mess, I am a mutant (Yeah)
Bullets go through your vest like it's translucent
I smoked up best exclusive, I'm somewhere else secluded (Secluded)
Fly to death, and your b!tch just flew in
You a ref, my n!gga you blew it (You blew it)
I don't sketch, but the pistol, I drew it
Told myself to continue my duties
I got money from 2002, that I ain't seen it since 2002
Me, Sean, and Brazy, my n!gga we boolin'
Money so brazy, I dribble and shoot it
Just like I play for Emilio Pucci
I treat the real like that b!tch is Suzuki
I need a favorite women like The Fugees
It's me, Sean, and Baby, we lit as Three Stooges (Yeah, yeah)
My skin says, "It's bougee," my bae ass is stupid (Yeah, yeah)
No fake, I just toolie, I'm makin' her moon me (Yeah, yeah)
Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt
I don't talk sh!t b!tch, I do it (I do it)
They say, "All facts," but don't prove sh!t (I knew it)
You in my way, need to move, b!tch (Move b!tch, huh)
Shut the fxck up, no excuses (No excuses, yeah, yeah)
This a win-win, swear I'm so choosy (Yeah)
Money spread on me like Boosie (I swear to God)
Real ones ride for me, no cruise sh!t (Yeah, yeah)
I don't really sleep or take naps, no snoozin' (No snoozin')
All of these burners real hot, but we coolin' (Yeah, snorin')
I don't play dumb, everything that I was doin' (Brr, brr)
My account just called, said, "Sh!t been movin'" (Yeah, yeah)
I don't talk sh!t b!tch, I do it
My account just called, said, "Sh!t been movin'"
Money should keep you choosin' (That mulah)
Catch a body like Ray Lewis (Yeah)
If you weigh me down then I gotta remove you
If you in my way, then I gotta go through you
Funeral
专辑信息
1.Funeral
2.Mahogany
3.Mama Mia
4.I Do It
5.Dreams
9.Not Me
10.Trust Nobody
12.Wild Dogs
13.Harden
16.Ball Hard
19.Piano Trap
20.Line Em Up
21.Darkside
22.Never Mind
23.T.O.