Lani Worrld, nigga
Huh? Yessir
Super-man punch, I'm bound to f*ck up yo' whole bloodline
Going through these bumps in the road, I'ma run and slide
Boy mad about his bitch, but she outside
Cannonball in this stick, bullets make a drum-line
You won't see me saving rat hoes, it's hard to come by
I got lucid dreams about the money, 3 number 9's
I ain't tryna still be broke at 49, boy, it's crunch time
Graduate from "Get The Money School", I'm an alumni
Dumbass, it's Lani Worrld, what the f*ck up?
Lil nigga chasing to the cash, call me Young Buck
Talking shit, but I'm really on a come up
Feeling like I'm J Mane, but I really bug up
Bouta hit yo' bitch from every angle, I got nunchucks
All that talking 'bout what you gon' do need to hush it up
See if I don't give a damn, I give a thumbs up
If you think I really did, then you a dumb f*ck
Niggas really running outta time tryna chase a check
Put myself first, DJ Khaled, nigga, we the best
Big heart, that's what I protect, wear it like a vest
When I tell 'em I'ma take off, I'm talking about a jet
Happy that I lived to see another day, really, I'm just blessed
Trying not to get so worked up when I hear a threat
She a wide receiver, and you keep on running back so that mean you simping to the fullest with no self-respect
Beat a nigga ass and get yo' face stomped out
Old bitch out the picture, I got her face cropped out
Never stoop to they level, they doing lame shit for clout
That's that coonery shit that'll get yo' main turned out
You ain't focused on money, bitch, you just laying on the couch
My niggas scouting for hos, and bitch, we aiming for yo' spouse
Deep dive in this money, I ain't gon' save you if you drown
If you get in my way then, bitch, I'm quick to take you down
And these hos steady tripping, tryna be in competition
Niggas still don't see the vision, all my cake is really flipping
Check my aim with precision, peep the game that I witnessed
Put the lames in position, in a scope, go ballistic
Bitch, I'm driving fast, cut into yo' lane if you switching
I don't trust shit, I can hear the snakes, see them hissing
I don't smoke, you can pour another drank, what I'm sipping?
On my grind, tryna see how long it take to get a million
Throw that pussy on me, I don't waste time
This gun holler and these bullets like a K9
Told my brody we gon' win, we on the same grind
Stay down, this the best part, Mary J Blidge
It was written for me to get it, New York state of mind
You cool but on that kiddy shit, you got lame vibes
The truth'll really set you free, I don't make lies
Honestly, you wishing I was broke is a hate crime
Makalani - Palm Beach Lyrics
Makalani - Palm Beach Lyrics
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English
Lani Worrld, nigga
Huh? Yessir
Super-man punch, I'm bound to f*ck up yo' whole bloodline
Going through these bumps in the road, I'ma run and slide
Boy mad about his bitch, but she outside
Cannonball in this stick, bullets make a drum-line
You won't see me saving rat hoes, it's hard to come by
I got lucid dreams about the money, 3 number 9's
I ain't tryna still be broke at 49, boy, it's crunch time
Graduate from "Get The Money School", I'm an alumni
Dumbass, it's Lani Worrld, what the f*ck up?
Lil nigga chasing to the cash, call me Young Buck
Talking shit, but I'm really on a come up
Feeling like I'm J Mane, but I really bug up
Bouta hit yo' bitch from every angle, I got nunchucks
All that talking 'bout what you gon' do need to hush it up
See if I don't give a damn, I give a thumbs up
If you think I really did, then you a dumb f*ck
Niggas really running outta time tryna chase a check
Put myself first, DJ Khaled, nigga, we the best
Big heart, that's what I protect, wear it like a vest
When I tell 'em I'ma take off, I'm talking about a jet
Happy that I lived to see another day, really, I'm just blessed
Trying not to get so worked up when I hear a threat
She a wide receiver, and you keep on running back so that mean you simping to the fullest with no self-respect
Beat a nigga ass and get yo' face stomped out
Old bitch out the picture, I got her face cropped out
Never stoop to they level, they doing lame shit for clout
That's that coonery shit that'll get yo' main turned out
You ain't focused on money, bitch, you just laying on the couch
My niggas scouting for hos, and bitch, we aiming for yo' spouse
Deep dive in this money, I ain't gon' save you if you drown
If you get in my way then, bitch, I'm quick to take you down
And these hos steady tripping, tryna be in competition
Niggas still don't see the vision, all my cake is really flipping
Check my aim with precision, peep the game that I witnessed
Put the lames in position, in a scope, go ballistic
Bitch, I'm driving fast, cut into yo' lane if you switching
I don't trust shit, I can hear the snakes, see them hissing
I don't smoke, you can pour another drank, what I'm sipping?
On my grind, tryna see how long it take to get a million
Throw that pussy on me, I don't waste time
This gun holler and these bullets like a K9
Told my brody we gon' win, we on the same grind
Stay down, this the best part, Mary J Blidge
It was written for me to get it, New York state of mind
You cool but on that kiddy shit, you got lame vibes
The truth'll really set you free, I don't make lies
Honestly, you wishing I was broke is a hate crime
Huh? Yessir
Super-man punch, I'm bound to f*ck up yo' whole bloodline
Going through these bumps in the road, I'ma run and slide
Boy mad about his bitch, but she outside
Cannonball in this stick, bullets make a drum-line
You won't see me saving rat hoes, it's hard to come by
I got lucid dreams about the money, 3 number 9's
I ain't tryna still be broke at 49, boy, it's crunch time
Graduate from "Get The Money School", I'm an alumni
Dumbass, it's Lani Worrld, what the f*ck up?
Lil nigga chasing to the cash, call me Young Buck
Talking shit, but I'm really on a come up
Feeling like I'm J Mane, but I really bug up
Bouta hit yo' bitch from every angle, I got nunchucks
All that talking 'bout what you gon' do need to hush it up
See if I don't give a damn, I give a thumbs up
If you think I really did, then you a dumb f*ck
Niggas really running outta time tryna chase a check
Put myself first, DJ Khaled, nigga, we the best
Big heart, that's what I protect, wear it like a vest
When I tell 'em I'ma take off, I'm talking about a jet
Happy that I lived to see another day, really, I'm just blessed
Trying not to get so worked up when I hear a threat
She a wide receiver, and you keep on running back so that mean you simping to the fullest with no self-respect
Beat a nigga ass and get yo' face stomped out
Old bitch out the picture, I got her face cropped out
Never stoop to they level, they doing lame shit for clout
That's that coonery shit that'll get yo' main turned out
You ain't focused on money, bitch, you just laying on the couch
My niggas scouting for hos, and bitch, we aiming for yo' spouse
Deep dive in this money, I ain't gon' save you if you drown
If you get in my way then, bitch, I'm quick to take you down
And these hos steady tripping, tryna be in competition
Niggas still don't see the vision, all my cake is really flipping
Check my aim with precision, peep the game that I witnessed
Put the lames in position, in a scope, go ballistic
Bitch, I'm driving fast, cut into yo' lane if you switching
I don't trust shit, I can hear the snakes, see them hissing
I don't smoke, you can pour another drank, what I'm sipping?
On my grind, tryna see how long it take to get a million
Throw that pussy on me, I don't waste time
This gun holler and these bullets like a K9
Told my brody we gon' win, we on the same grind
Stay down, this the best part, Mary J Blidge
It was written for me to get it, New York state of mind
You cool but on that kiddy shit, you got lame vibes
The truth'll really set you free, I don't make lies
Honestly, you wishing I was broke is a hate crime
Writer: David Bellamy
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