Текст песни Bright Stones - CGB, Marty Party

Bright Stones

Imma get mine
Imma shine bright
I been getting money
Imma spend it right, yeah
All black Trues in my Off-Whites
We know how to live
Lil bitch, party every night, yeah
Said I can’t even lift my wrist
My ice on
Said I can’t even see my wrist
Got bright stones
I can’t even lift my wrist
My ice on
Bright stones, got bright stones, yeah
Said I can’t even lift my wrist
My ice on
Said I can’t even see my wrist
Got bright stones
I can’t even lift my wrist
My ice on
Bright stones, bright stones
Yo, yo
Yeah, I just got in my bag
Yeah, I just picked up my cheque
I got som gold on my tooth
I got some gold on my neck
Imma go flood a Patek
I wrot this when I was broke
I just woke up to some dough
Ain’t gotta worry ‘bout debt
I just gotta fix up my flow
I gotta book me a show, dawg, damn
I got my bros on the road
Ain’t gotta worry ‘bout hoes, nah
I keep a real one with me
Yeah she keep me on my toes, dawg
These birdies blowing up my phone
They tryna link up at my home
Imma go link up my bros, yeah
Sorry, I gotta go ghost
Baby girl, I’m in my bag
So you gotta be patient
Promise I’ll get you that bag
I’m working, not on vacation
Yeah, my spot been vacant
I ain’t really need to play this
VS1 on my necklace
Yeah, I really got paid shit, damn
Said I can’t even lift my wrist
My ice on
Said I can’t even see my wrist
Got bright stones
I can’t even lift my wrist
My ice on
Bright stones, got bright stones, yeah
Said I can’t even lift my wrist
My ice on
Said I can’t even see my wrist
Got bright stones
I can’t even lift my wrist
My ice on
Bright stones, bright stones
Yeah, yeah
Chains on Skateboard P, yeah
Nize it with that talking
Know some hitters that might delete ya
I ain’t ‘bout no long talks
You best not make me repeat shit
Nize it with that capping
You ain’t rapping, you’re just reaching
If you’re tryna go blind
Just take a little look at my wrist
Went thru hell and back
Just to put little ice on my fist
Went thru hell and back
Just to put some Michael Kors on my bitch
Now Imma flip ‘n reinvest the bread
Buy my dukes a new crib
They said I couldn’t do it
Imma prove em wrong, yeah
Imma get these units moving
Imma do it all on my own, yeah
Boss man, I’m who they call, yeah
Stacking, my money tall, yeah
Can’t Go Broke
Cause bitch, I was born to ball, yeah
Said I can’t even lift my wrist
My ice on
Said I can’t even see my wrist
Got bright stones
I can’t even lift my wrist
My ice on
Bright stones, got bright stones, yeah
Said I can’t even lift my wrist
My ice on
Said I can’t even see my wrist
Got bright stones
I can’t even lift my wrist
My ice on
Bright stones, bright stones