Ready
If you can put the umm
Put the put headphones up
Just a little so I could hear the beat better
Yeah
You now tuned in
With nothing but good energy
If you got negative vibes back the f*ck up
Uhh
Look
Instead of catching feelings , go and catch a flight
Sippin this wine from from Paris got me feelin nice
Uhh
Moneys in my vision dollars on my mind
There's at least a million hustles that could get you right
Pick one
They ain't stop printing up bills yet , you better get some
Puffing on cohibas coolin wit some divas
Boat parties
Baddies taking selfies in bikinis
Eating mixed fruit
Clinking they glass of Bellinis
What a beautiful life
We gotta live it
The expectations they holding us to
We outdid it
We men from the ghetto we grew from boys in the hood
Was raised off of survival so when I'm bad I'm still good
I had to learn that
Had to adapt
Had to adjust
Couldn't turn back
Couldn't relax
This shits a rush
You was raised off of hate and it figures
What good is success, if you ain't get it wit ya niggas
Let me know
I just gotta play the cards I was dealt
Can't nobody tell me nothing bout the pain I felt
Now we toasting Moet bottles
We came from the bottom
My niggas praying on lotto but ima get it tomorrow
You win or you lose
We bosses we make the rules
Bitches wanna roll wit the winner they pick and choose
Niggas act like they at the top but it's different views
Niggas can't stand 10 toes in my shoes
Denims over my uptown's
I'm so BX
Been fly , you can't spot the landing
When it get a little chilly
Classic Ralph timbos and a Marc Buchanan
You dress good you feel good
You left your style abandoned
Uhhh, We the influencers of the cool kids
The games being played but we control it we dues this
We does it
You could either hate it or you love it
They watch how the 8 do it then imitate us in public
Yeah we see it
My nigga we laugh at the shit , we get it bruh
It's like comparing official jerseys to replicas
Look the fabric ain't the same the cloth different
I'll rather learn from Ls instead to be lost winning
Imitation is the highest form of flattery
The most high took time while making B-Hill
This here masterpiece
The 8, that's the faculty
Im here, I'm ya majesty
The lies , it's just travesty
We ball, like an athlete for real
I just gotta play the cards I was dealt
Can't nobody tell me nothing bout the pain I felt
Now we toasting Moet bottles
We came from the bottom
My niggas praying on lotto but ima get it tomorrow
You win or you lose
We bosses we make the rules
Bitches wanna roll wit the winner they pick and choose
Niggas act like they at the top but it's different views
Niggas can't stand 10 toes in my shoes
B-Hill - BLACK SUITS (feat. Relloo) Lyrics
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Ready
If you can put the umm
Put the put headphones up
Just a little so I could hear the beat better
Yeah
You now tuned in
With nothing but good energy
If you got negative vibes back the f*ck up
Uhh
Look
Instead of catching feelings , go and catch a flight
Sippin this wine from from Paris got me feelin nice
Uhh
Moneys in my vision dollars on my mind
There's at least a million hustles that could get you right
Pick one
They ain't stop printing up bills yet , you better get some
Puffing on cohibas coolin wit some divas
Boat parties
Baddies taking selfies in bikinis
Eating mixed fruit
Clinking they glass of Bellinis
What a beautiful life
We gotta live it
The expectations they holding us to
We outdid it
We men from the ghetto we grew from boys in the hood
Was raised off of survival so when I'm bad I'm still good
I had to learn that
Had to adapt
Had to adjust
Couldn't turn back
Couldn't relax
This shits a rush
You was raised off of hate and it figures
What good is success, if you ain't get it wit ya niggas
Let me know
I just gotta play the cards I was dealt
Can't nobody tell me nothing bout the pain I felt
Now we toasting Moet bottles
We came from the bottom
My niggas praying on lotto but ima get it tomorrow
You win or you lose
We bosses we make the rules
Bitches wanna roll wit the winner they pick and choose
Niggas act like they at the top but it's different views
Niggas can't stand 10 toes in my shoes
Denims over my uptown's
I'm so BX
Been fly , you can't spot the landing
When it get a little chilly
Classic Ralph timbos and a Marc Buchanan
You dress good you feel good
You left your style abandoned
Uhhh, We the influencers of the cool kids
The games being played but we control it we dues this
We does it
You could either hate it or you love it
They watch how the 8 do it then imitate us in public
Yeah we see it
My nigga we laugh at the shit , we get it bruh
It's like comparing official jerseys to replicas
Look the fabric ain't the same the cloth different
I'll rather learn from Ls instead to be lost winning
Imitation is the highest form of flattery
The most high took time while making B-Hill
This here masterpiece
The 8, that's the faculty
Im here, I'm ya majesty
The lies , it's just travesty
We ball, like an athlete for real
I just gotta play the cards I was dealt
Can't nobody tell me nothing bout the pain I felt
Now we toasting Moet bottles
We came from the bottom
My niggas praying on lotto but ima get it tomorrow
You win or you lose
We bosses we make the rules
Bitches wanna roll wit the winner they pick and choose
Niggas act like they at the top but it's different views
Niggas can't stand 10 toes in my shoes
If you can put the umm
Put the put headphones up
Just a little so I could hear the beat better
Yeah
You now tuned in
With nothing but good energy
If you got negative vibes back the f*ck up
Uhh
Look
Instead of catching feelings , go and catch a flight
Sippin this wine from from Paris got me feelin nice
Uhh
Moneys in my vision dollars on my mind
There's at least a million hustles that could get you right
Pick one
They ain't stop printing up bills yet , you better get some
Puffing on cohibas coolin wit some divas
Boat parties
Baddies taking selfies in bikinis
Eating mixed fruit
Clinking they glass of Bellinis
What a beautiful life
We gotta live it
The expectations they holding us to
We outdid it
We men from the ghetto we grew from boys in the hood
Was raised off of survival so when I'm bad I'm still good
I had to learn that
Had to adapt
Had to adjust
Couldn't turn back
Couldn't relax
This shits a rush
You was raised off of hate and it figures
What good is success, if you ain't get it wit ya niggas
Let me know
I just gotta play the cards I was dealt
Can't nobody tell me nothing bout the pain I felt
Now we toasting Moet bottles
We came from the bottom
My niggas praying on lotto but ima get it tomorrow
You win or you lose
We bosses we make the rules
Bitches wanna roll wit the winner they pick and choose
Niggas act like they at the top but it's different views
Niggas can't stand 10 toes in my shoes
Denims over my uptown's
I'm so BX
Been fly , you can't spot the landing
When it get a little chilly
Classic Ralph timbos and a Marc Buchanan
You dress good you feel good
You left your style abandoned
Uhhh, We the influencers of the cool kids
The games being played but we control it we dues this
We does it
You could either hate it or you love it
They watch how the 8 do it then imitate us in public
Yeah we see it
My nigga we laugh at the shit , we get it bruh
It's like comparing official jerseys to replicas
Look the fabric ain't the same the cloth different
I'll rather learn from Ls instead to be lost winning
Imitation is the highest form of flattery
The most high took time while making B-Hill
This here masterpiece
The 8, that's the faculty
Im here, I'm ya majesty
The lies , it's just travesty
We ball, like an athlete for real
I just gotta play the cards I was dealt
Can't nobody tell me nothing bout the pain I felt
Now we toasting Moet bottles
We came from the bottom
My niggas praying on lotto but ima get it tomorrow
You win or you lose
We bosses we make the rules
Bitches wanna roll wit the winner they pick and choose
Niggas act like they at the top but it's different views
Niggas can't stand 10 toes in my shoes
Writer: Brandon Hill
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