Slaying & Paper Chasing

Wheelarella

Ainda não temos a cifra desta música.

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Aye it's the foreign goddess
Yeaaaaaaah yaaaaaaah
Aye, aye, aye, aye

Slaying, slaying
I be slaying
Slaying & paper chasing
Slaying, slaying
I be slaying
Slaying & paper chasing
Slaying & paper chasing
I be slaying & paper chasing
Slaying & paper chasing
I be slaying & paper chasing
Slaying & paper chasing
I be slaying & paper chasing
Slaying & paper chasing
I be slaying & paper chasing

Made my momma proud
When I started making a couple thou (yup)
Throw it up, throw it up, throw it up
Getting cash by the pound
Shoutout to Israel
That's my mothafucking country
Fuck around with my money or family
You gone fuck around & get put in the ground
Slaying on these bitches
I be stunning like it's nothing (swish)
All my squad is bosses
They get money like it's nothing (wow)
Came up from the bottom
I went from nothing then straight to stunning
I ain't worried about no niggas
Because my mind is on this money

I'ma always stay the same
Bitch I will never change
All these bands on me
I swear I ain't never going broke
Pink & white range rover
I be swerving past my haters (skrrrrrrrt)
Bitch run your mouth
My squad will make sure you don't ever make another sound (bang)
If you ain't trying to boss up
Then bitch keep your broke ass over there (bye, bye)
I only fuck with real niggas
So keep it 100 or don't come near
Broke bitches hating
But guess what I don't even care (you hating?)
Slaying & paper chasing
Yeah I'm balling everywhere (yeah)

Slaying, slaying
I be slaying
Slaying & paper chasing
Slaying, slaying
I be slaying, slaying & paper chasing
Slaying & paper chasing
I be slaying & paper chasing
Slaying & paper chasing
I be slaying & paper chasing
Slaying & paper chasing
I be slaying & paper chasing
Slaying & paper chasing
I be slaying & paper chasing