Out of Luck歌词

作词 : Mario Jameel Carey
作曲 : Mario Jameel Carey
{Intro} Mhmm, Mhmm, Mhmm, Mhmm
Now that I’m on man these bitches is too much
They used to call me a loser
I had to stack up my mula
Study , watch how I maneuver
They gone keep callin me uzi
So you know I got the tool tucked
I was driving way too fast, then I went and **** the coupe up
I ain’t got nothing prove yeah
But keep ****ing booth up
Dese niggas be acting too tough
Like I won’t tell Breezo come do ya
My niggas aim for the medulla
I cannot be my own shooter
I got way too much to lose, that’s why I got two different shooters
{Hook}
Man this money I don’t ****
Man these women I don’t ****
Have it all and it still ain’t enough
Just don’t lose the one that you love
It’s only a few people I trust
Tell my niggas the money a must
Members days we riding the bus
Still ain’t lose the ones that I love
Have it all and that shit turn to dust
Momma told me just listen don’t fuss
Spend a bag get it back in a month
I’m the man I do what I want
8600 get all the love
That’s the block pops was raising me up
I got 2 then they gettin a buck
That’s the block that get all the love
{Verse}
Me and Breezo pull up with a new bag
And my bae she got a new bag
Comme des to garçon these boys ain’t heard of the new swag
I know I got niggas too mad
Pull I8 then I flew past
I love to flex on they goof ass
Everyday im walkin with new rack
Man nobody giving me nothing
Had to figure out how to get something
Call my name and I’m getting it bussing
Beat the bass and then hit the percussion
Had to take my time can’t rush it
Can’t
You know I gotta take my time
This shit make you lose yo mind
Boy I can’t lose what’s mine
Still think I’m before my time
Walk in make the whole crowd mine
Still feel like I’m on cloud 9
{PreHook}
Now that I’m on man these bitches is too much
They used to call me a loser
I had to stack up my mula
Study , watch how I maneuver
They gone keep callin me uzi
So you know I got the tool tucked
I was driving way too fast, then I went and **** the coupe up
I ain’t got nothing prove yeah
But keep ****ing booth up
Dese niggas be acting too tough
Like I won’t tell Breezo come do ya
My niggas aim for the medulla
I cannot be my own shooter
I got way too much to lose, that’s why I got two different shooters
{Hook}
Man this money I don’t ****
Man these women I don’t ****
Have it all and it still ain’t enough
Just don’t lose the one that you love
It’s only a few people I trust
Tell my niggas the money a must
Members days we riding the bus
Still ain’t lose the ones that I love
Have it all and that shit turn to dust
Momma told me just listen don’t fuss
Spend a bag get it back in a month
I’m the man I do what I want
8600 get all the love
That’s the block pops was raising me up
I got 2 then they getting a buck
That’s the block that get all the love