ZIPLOCK Songtext
von Matt Corman
ZIPLOCK Songtext
Haha
Yeah, I′m going in
Ayy, ayy, look
Pulling up, range all stuff
Black on black Vans and my gang real tough
We give no fucks, I done lost trust
Been around the world and your girl, that's fucked
It′s a two seater, wouldn't wanna be ya
Took me to her parents and her mom was just a meter
I got no clean up, I don't like you either
It′s all good, got heaters, sheesh
God damn, bitches on cam
Took a few L′s but it turned me to a man
God damn, packed out, hundred thousand fans
Took her to a show and then I turned her to a Stan
I'm a big boss, diamonds on my wrist watch
Rich talk, I ain′t with that bitch talk
Kick rocks, hunnids in a ziplock
Drip drop, Fendi on my flip flops
In the 3-0-5 getting mucky
I just called an Uber out to 1-800-LUCKY
She had a pill, said her stomach feeling yucky (okay)
Shawty back in Boston, hit my phone, she wanna fuck me
Okay, I do this all day
Sit in Jet Blue while they fly me to the Bay
Party for the night and then I'm leaving in the day
Make a rack in August and I spend it all in May, uh
All black fit, rocking clean shit
Whole squad hotbox the whip like a steamship
Accountant hit my phone, he like, "Matt, did you see this?"
Sorry, I′ve been caught up on the beach bitch, damn
God damn, bitches on cam
Took a few L's but it turned me to a man
God damn, packed out, hundred thousand fans
Took her to a show and then I turned her to a Stan
I′m a big boss, diamonds on my wrist watch
Rich talk, I ain't with that bitch talk
Kick rocks, hunnids in a ziplock
Drip drop (yeah), Fendi on my flip flops
I woke up and made a coffee
How I really get this working?
How I make a million people click my songs and say it's worth it?
Especially I′m independent, only person is myself
Only brain behind the action, only stories I can tell
Fuck it, I got all the sauce, at least that′s what I tell me
Ain't nobody got a motherfucking thing that they can sell me
Only dollars and a dream, built a whole team
Only dollars to my name is what I put into the dream
Mothafucka, what up?
God damn, bitches on cam
Took a few L′s but it turned me to a man
God damn, packed out, hundred thousand fans
Took her to a show and then I turned her to a Stan
I'm a big boss, diamonds on my wrist watch
Rich talk, I ain′t with that bitch talk
Kick rocks, hunnids in a ziplock
Drip drop, Fendi on my flip flops
Haha, yeah
Call it up
Yeah, I′m going in
Ayy, ayy, look
Pulling up, range all stuff
Black on black Vans and my gang real tough
We give no fucks, I done lost trust
Been around the world and your girl, that's fucked
It′s a two seater, wouldn't wanna be ya
Took me to her parents and her mom was just a meter
I got no clean up, I don't like you either
It′s all good, got heaters, sheesh
God damn, bitches on cam
Took a few L′s but it turned me to a man
God damn, packed out, hundred thousand fans
Took her to a show and then I turned her to a Stan
I'm a big boss, diamonds on my wrist watch
Rich talk, I ain′t with that bitch talk
Kick rocks, hunnids in a ziplock
Drip drop, Fendi on my flip flops
In the 3-0-5 getting mucky
I just called an Uber out to 1-800-LUCKY
She had a pill, said her stomach feeling yucky (okay)
Shawty back in Boston, hit my phone, she wanna fuck me
Okay, I do this all day
Sit in Jet Blue while they fly me to the Bay
Party for the night and then I'm leaving in the day
Make a rack in August and I spend it all in May, uh
All black fit, rocking clean shit
Whole squad hotbox the whip like a steamship
Accountant hit my phone, he like, "Matt, did you see this?"
Sorry, I′ve been caught up on the beach bitch, damn
God damn, bitches on cam
Took a few L's but it turned me to a man
God damn, packed out, hundred thousand fans
Took her to a show and then I turned her to a Stan
I′m a big boss, diamonds on my wrist watch
Rich talk, I ain't with that bitch talk
Kick rocks, hunnids in a ziplock
Drip drop (yeah), Fendi on my flip flops
I woke up and made a coffee
How I really get this working?
How I make a million people click my songs and say it's worth it?
Especially I′m independent, only person is myself
Only brain behind the action, only stories I can tell
Fuck it, I got all the sauce, at least that′s what I tell me
Ain't nobody got a motherfucking thing that they can sell me
Only dollars and a dream, built a whole team
Only dollars to my name is what I put into the dream
Mothafucka, what up?
God damn, bitches on cam
Took a few L′s but it turned me to a man
God damn, packed out, hundred thousand fans
Took her to a show and then I turned her to a Stan
I'm a big boss, diamonds on my wrist watch
Rich talk, I ain′t with that bitch talk
Kick rocks, hunnids in a ziplock
Drip drop, Fendi on my flip flops
Haha, yeah
Call it up
Writer(s): Leonard Walenta, Matthew L Corman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
