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Billy Ocean Video (MV)




Performed By: Jesse Janari
Length: 3:12
Written by: Jesse Janari




Jesse Janari - Billy Ocean Lyrics




I was rich before the money out here suit and tie shit
I don't own a pair of Jordan's not to say I can't afford them
But these loafers are Italian that's that shit they fly in
Ciao Fratello bravo bravo everything is high end
Russian creams, couple ounces I don't really go out
Everything overpriced what you niggas know bout
I just pulled up in the 80s with the beamer coked out
Rob a nigga for his jewelry we ain't chasing no clout
Chasing dreams made me more than I can ever spend
Break it down and roll up all this medicine
Trips back to back to the casino glad to let us in
She gone let me f*ck, so I nut and catch my second wind
Bitch I'm out the state smoking weed in my quarters
Life's to gorgeous, swimming with the corral
Heard you niggas boring
She gone leave you for this super stardom
Try it all you want but I can't hit without no condom
Wild'n, this is how this lifestyle shit get
This can't fit into no lifestyle bitch quit
Fine dine I ain't shaking up no bisquick
150 thou I'm like wow ohh this shit lit

Tell me what the goal is, pocket full of old men
Vaults weigh a ton with them biometric codes in
Toast it with the Rose, private to the coast and
We don't need a cosign, hit my Billy Ocean

Tell me what the goal is, pocket full of old men
Vaults weigh a ton with them biometric codes in
Toast it with the Rose, private to the coast and
We don't need a cosign, hit my Billy Ocean

Niggas hating on me daily like I made this shit ill
They gotta cut a phone number just make this shit real
The type of author that foreshadow what might pop in a year
Numbers jumping out the box like how we making a kill
I've always wanted better
I had to do it
Wealth is just like life you know we just passing through it
That's 500 dollars just so we can barbecue it
Yeah we got the sauce, f*ck you niggas thought
Like I don't need no inspiration I don't run out of that
Heard them niggas short on music I don't run out of tracks
Since they got me on the clock let me throw out the facts
Everything I got in life I had to build it from scratch
Ain't no hands out
Except for niggas out here asking with they hands out
My niggas pull up to the table pull them plans out
I just pull up with the music then them bands count
When they tried to hold me back it push me forward
Propelled me to place that I see niggas not exploring
They cut the check so we can keep this shit recording
You know I do it cuz I really can afford it
I'm fortunate

Tell me what the goal is, pocket full of old men
Vaults weigh a ton with them biometric codes in
Toast it with the Rose, private to the coast and
We don't need a cosign, hit my Billy Ocean

Tell me what the goal is, pocket full of old men
Vaults weigh a ton with them biometric codes in
Toast it with the Rose, private to the coast and
We don't need a cosign, hit my Billy Ocean

Tell me what the
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I was rich before the money out here suit and tie shit
I don't own a pair of Jordan's not to say I can't afford them
But these loafers are Italian that's that shit they fly in
Ciao Fratello bravo bravo everything is high end
Russian creams, couple ounces I don't really go out
Everything overpriced what you niggas know bout
I just pulled up in the 80s with the beamer coked out
Rob a nigga for his jewelry we ain't chasing no clout
Chasing dreams made me more than I can ever spend
Break it down and roll up all this medicine
Trips back to back to the casino glad to let us in
She gone let me f*ck, so I nut and catch my second wind
Bitch I'm out the state smoking weed in my quarters
Life's to gorgeous, swimming with the corral
Heard you niggas boring
She gone leave you for this super stardom
Try it all you want but I can't hit without no condom
Wild'n, this is how this lifestyle shit get
This can't fit into no lifestyle bitch quit
Fine dine I ain't shaking up no bisquick
150 thou I'm like wow ohh this shit lit

Tell me what the goal is, pocket full of old men
Vaults weigh a ton with them biometric codes in
Toast it with the Rose, private to the coast and
We don't need a cosign, hit my Billy Ocean

Tell me what the goal is, pocket full of old men
Vaults weigh a ton with them biometric codes in
Toast it with the Rose, private to the coast and
We don't need a cosign, hit my Billy Ocean

Niggas hating on me daily like I made this shit ill
They gotta cut a phone number just make this shit real
The type of author that foreshadow what might pop in a year
Numbers jumping out the box like how we making a kill
I've always wanted better
I had to do it
Wealth is just like life you know we just passing through it
That's 500 dollars just so we can barbecue it
Yeah we got the sauce, f*ck you niggas thought
Like I don't need no inspiration I don't run out of that
Heard them niggas short on music I don't run out of tracks
Since they got me on the clock let me throw out the facts
Everything I got in life I had to build it from scratch
Ain't no hands out
Except for niggas out here asking with they hands out
My niggas pull up to the table pull them plans out
I just pull up with the music then them bands count
When they tried to hold me back it push me forward
Propelled me to place that I see niggas not exploring
They cut the check so we can keep this shit recording
You know I do it cuz I really can afford it
I'm fortunate

Tell me what the goal is, pocket full of old men
Vaults weigh a ton with them biometric codes in
Toast it with the Rose, private to the coast and
We don't need a cosign, hit my Billy Ocean

Tell me what the goal is, pocket full of old men
Vaults weigh a ton with them biometric codes in
Toast it with the Rose, private to the coast and
We don't need a cosign, hit my Billy Ocean

Tell me what the
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