San Er Yi Songtext
von Kesen
San Er Yi Songtext
What the f, like
Who do you think you are?
Chasing c*ck like, it′s going outta style
Spending dollars on this, Spending dollars
Cold Hard Cash
See that you work hard for your money
Make mama proud with all this money
Money make a man
Motherf*cker got a plan
Spending all this cash
S-s-spending all this cash
(San,Er)
Money make a man
(San,Er)
Money make a man
San, Er, Yi
(San,Er)
San,Er,Yi
(San,Er)
San, Er, Yi
(San,Er)
San, Er, Yi
(San,Er)
CAD,USD,NTD
Moneys from around the world
Walking up to these boys in the club
And askin' em like
Do you wanna taste of Willy Wonka′s bubblegum?
No
Black Centurion卡
他 Got it
Bank account be looking like
World War Three
Cuz' when you got it all
You gotta spend it baby
Did you actually think you'd silence me
By calling out the truth
Money might have bought you everything
But I′m not that kinda dude
But now that they′ll all know
And it's all out on the floor
Probably thought you gold
But everybody′s gonna know
(San,Er)
I'll count to three
Then I never wanna hear about you again
San, Er, Yi
(San,Er)
San,Er,Yi
(San,Er)
San,Er,Yi
Loser, Loser
Go find, another
Why you standing, I guess you can count
Prove to the world you′re more than just a mouth
Who do you think you are?
Chasing c*ck like, it′s going outta style
Spending dollars on this, Spending dollars
Cold Hard Cash
See that you work hard for your money
Make mama proud with all this money
Money make a man
Motherf*cker got a plan
Spending all this cash
S-s-spending all this cash
(San,Er)
Money make a man
(San,Er)
Money make a man
San, Er, Yi
(San,Er)
San,Er,Yi
(San,Er)
San, Er, Yi
(San,Er)
San, Er, Yi
(San,Er)
CAD,USD,NTD
Moneys from around the world
Walking up to these boys in the club
And askin' em like
Do you wanna taste of Willy Wonka′s bubblegum?
No
Black Centurion卡
他 Got it
Bank account be looking like
World War Three
Cuz' when you got it all
You gotta spend it baby
Did you actually think you'd silence me
By calling out the truth
Money might have bought you everything
But I′m not that kinda dude
But now that they′ll all know
And it's all out on the floor
Probably thought you gold
But everybody′s gonna know
(San,Er)
I'll count to three
Then I never wanna hear about you again
San, Er, Yi
(San,Er)
San,Er,Yi
(San,Er)
San,Er,Yi
Loser, Loser
Go find, another
Why you standing, I guess you can count
Prove to the world you′re more than just a mouth
Writer(s): Christopher Cutler, Freek Van Workum, Kesen, Sandra L Parsons, 怡雯 廖 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com