文本歌词

Belly、French Montana - Dust
Look
You know what it is
Four wheeler jet skis puerto rican waters
Cash for foreigns
Call me aston martin lawrence
Florence the machine hunnid round machine of florence
In the hood robbin' robin hood feed the homeless
Don't seek in them seekin' homies
Jay wes and otis
Rip top on my wrist and lotus
Hurricane chris left hook westbrook
Diamond chains have you looking' like sticky fingaz
I be wrist with the technique
My v103 like bread street
That's straight cash me and belly with a hunnid arabs
40 sound like a plane crash
I can't get away
Money keep on falling falling
Every time I try to leave it alone
I swear it keep on calling calling
I can't get away
Keep on falling falling
Every time I try to leave it alone
I swear it keep on calling calling
I've been reala
My pen illa' aye
You softer than ben stiller and a chinchilla yeah
Sim simma sim simma who got the keys to my beamer
The alpine aye
F**k the clout we define the culture
So they keep us in the vault
Just to sign the vultures yeah
Designer holsters ferragamo loafers
Over time still balling thought my time was over look
Look up north I'm the soya and the duck sauce woo
Tryna shake the paranoia from the dr*gs off yeah
No love lost but you know that love costs
You made me go and get my heart
And knock the dust off
Dust dust off
Dust dust off
Shoulders dust off
Shake the motherf**king dust off
I can't get away
Money keep on falling falling
Every time I try to leave it alone
I swear it keep on calling calling
I can't get away
Keep on falling falling
Every time I try to leave it alone
I swear it keep on calling calling
Keep on calling keep on calling
Keep on calling keep on calling calling
Keep on calling keep on calling
Keep on calling keep on calling calling
Dust dust dust dust off
Dust dust dust dust off
Keep on calling dust off
Keep on calling keep on calling
Keep on calling dust off
Shake the motha' f**kin' dust off
The heal of the god