Текст песни Strz - Snap Capone, 1st Born, Stardom

Strz

She wanna roll with stars
She fell in love with the money and the real fast cars
Rolling round with the Dope Boys and the drillers and the dargs
Had a thing for the thugs and the drugs, all she wanted was a part
Digging deep for the gold, no she never had a heart
She fell in love with the money and the real fast cars
Rolling round with the Dope Boys and the drillers and the dargs
Had a thing for the thugs and the drugs, all she wanted was a part
Digging deep for the gold, no she never had a heart
Baby I’m a G, you can see it in my eyes
Baby so thicc you can see it through her thighs
Ordered a MAC and it came with some fries
This watch on my wrist cost your whole life
Dope Boy SN, shopping spree West End
I stay with a Wesson, them boys beg friend
So much dinner I had to stash some
Had to fly to Turkey for a fat bump
Tom Ford belt, V12's
Buy and resale, stitches in detail
Hundred in my mattress, nigga I sleep well
Cocaine white like a blue-eyed female (It's Capone)
Put it on my life I’ma trap till I die
Complimentary dinners and trips to Dubai
Mayfair hotels, name ringing like doorbells
I could weigh a whole brick, no scales
She wanna roll with stars
She fell in love with the money and the real fast cars
Rolling round with the Dope Boys and the drillers and the dargs
Had a thing for the thugs and the drugs, all she wanted was a part
Digging deep for the gold, no she never had a heart
She fell in love with the money and the real fast cars
Rolling round with the Dope Boys and the drillers and the dargs
Had a thing for the thugs and the drugs, all she wanted was a part
Digging deep for the gold, no she never had a heart
Star on my waist, stars in the Wraith
Wrap white like Aitch, all she wanted was a taste
Dope Boy like Warren
New whip’s fast and furious, it’s a foreign
Bad B riding on my BD
It’s only right that I put her in CC
Only tens with me, no offers
I’ve got stakes in these bricks, Warren Buffett
Bando, mixing like Jazzy Jeff
She’s Moroccan, might fly her out to Marrakech
When I roll with a star I tell her «Stash it»
I was a S-T-A-R before rapping
I might never stop trapping
He flew in the carpet like Aladdin
Big dripper, she fell in love with a driller
Took her out the hood, Cinderella’s slipper
She wanna roll with stars
She fell in love with the money and the real fast cars
Rolling round with the Dope Boys and the drillers and the dargs
Had a thing for the thugs and the drugs, all she wanted was a part
Digging deep for the gold, no she never had a heart
She don’t wanna fly like Bonnie & Clyde
Chanel on her arm, got the money inside
Oh, expensive type
Likes to do whatever she likes
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Blow a bag on her sho-oo-oe's
She do it for the ooh-ooh-ooh
You know the drip stays new, stays new