Young Nudy - Brussel Sprout Text

Songtext zu Brussel Sprout

[Intro]
(You gon' cook it?)
(COUPE)
Damn
(That what you doin', that what you doin', you cookin' like that?)
Damn
(That what you doin', that what you doin', you whippin' like that?)
Damn
(That what you doin', that what you doin', you trappin' like that?)
Damn
(You want the money for real, with me, maybe you don't want all that)
Uh-huh
(That what you doin', that what you doin', get money like that?)

Damn
(What are they doin', what are they doin', they sittin' like that?)
Damn
(How can I do it, how can I do it? I want me a bag)
Uh-huh
(You wanna be like me, you gon' trade the cash)

[Chorus]
Nigga pull up on me, tryna take my life away, you trippin'
You tryna take away my millions
If I die, who the fuck gon' spend it?
Protect myself with this money, I'ma keep on gettin' it, yeah
Niggas actin' like the slime ain't out here winnin' (What the fuck?)
When that color scope, I would be spendin' (Yeah, yeah)
Don't be an opp, your ass be finished (Finished)
You got some money? Stay up in your lane, 'cause I be comin', spendin' (Comin', spendin')
Big bank take lil' bank, you with it (Yeah)
Watch your back, your folks'll get it (Folks'll get it)
Type of money, slime 'bout spinnin'
Trapped and makin' money, damn

[Verse 1]
I just want some money so I'm goin' to get it
Sit on your ass, my nigga, nigga, you'll never get it
Nigga wanna touch her on her thighs
And get out the hood or never flip it (Never)
Been around, and bein' broke with people is a fucked up feelin' (It's a fucked up feelin')
Know how to get my money, I'm finna tell you how I'm gettin' it (How you gettin' it?)
I was just waitin' on somethin', know they gon' take me a minute (Too many minutes)
Some day they walk out the door, know I'm walkin' in it (Walkin' in it)
I ain't playin' with these folks, 'cause I'm 'bout my business (I'm 'bout my business)
I was so cutthroat, when it come to gettin' it
Can't tell me nothin' 'bout your folks, anybody gettin' it
Tried it with a motherfuckin' scope, man, how I did it?
They ain't know I had to smoke the four, that's just how I'm feelin' (How I'm feelin')


[Chorus]
Nigga pull up on me, tryna take my life away, you trippin'
You tryna take away my millions
If I die, who the fuck gon' spend it?
Protect myself with this money, I'ma keep on gettin' it, yeah
Niggas actin' like the slime ain't out here winnin' (What the fuck?)
When that color scope, I would be spendin' (Yeah, yeah)
Don't be an opp, your ass be finished (Finished)
You got some money? Stay up in your lane, 'cause I be comin', spendin' (Comin', spendin')
Big bank take lil' bank, you with it (Yeah)
Watch your back, your folks'll get it (Folks'll get it)
Type of money, slime 'bout spinnin'
Trapped and makin' money, damn

[Verse 2]
Do a show, his mama— (Brr)
(Ooh, that's a lot of money)
Yeah, for sure, nigga, I understand (Ooh, that's a lot of money)
Walkin' through a show, I'm fifty-ball, you know I go crazy
Remember I was gettin' off Friday, I do a twenty just to walk in
Cameras up, these bitches stuck, I see 'em, they go ballin'
Damn, remember, I was thinkin' 'bout when I made Trapaholic
I'm on the xans, I'm on the lean, all day, they watch, they stare, they comment
I was so fucked up, didn't have shit, but I felt like I was ballin' (Ballin')
Countin' the pistols, I ain't worried 'bout no nigga, them gangsters told me (Rollin')
Damn, I ran it up, I'm out the hood, it's just a gangster ballin'
Ran it out the hood, it's just a gangster ballin' (Yeah)
And I'm [?], haha, fuck they talkin' 'bout?


[Chorus]
Nigga pull up on me, tryna take my life away, you trippin'
You tryna take away my millions
If I die, who the fuck gon' spend it?
Protect myself with this money, I'ma keep on gettin' it, yeah
Niggas actin' like the slime ain't out here winnin' (What the fuck?)
When that color scope, I would be spendin' (Yeah, yeah)
Don't be an opp, your ass be finished (Finished)
You got some money? Stay up in your lane, 'cause I be comin', spendin' (Comin', spendin')
Big bank take lil' bank, you with it (Yeah)
Watch your back, your folks'll get it (Folks'll get it)
Type of money, slime 'bout spinnin'
Trapped and makin' money, damn

[Outro]
Hahaha

Young Nudy - Brussel Sprout Songtext

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Album: Gumbo (2023)

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