T-Pain feat. Lil Wayne - Bang Bang Pow Pow текст песни

O-ho.... Na-na-na-o-hoo... [x2]

[T-Pain: Hook]
My money right,
My money, money
My bread good (good, good)
Shawty f*ckin', wassup girl?
That head good!
Bang-bang, pow-pow
I do my thang, thang
Look at me now, now

My money right,
My money, money cash up
Up up and what? Face down, ass up
I rep my town, town,
That's where I'm from, from
So n*gga pow-pow, bom-bom

[T-Pain:]
Money to blow, I'm living off tour
Boatloads of cash, b*tch I'm overboard
I got money for these whores,
If you open up the door
Droppin' the accounts
And they all don't wanna court
Real talk, I don't speak,
Even if it's “hi hater”
I'm on top and nothing
Like the elevator
All these b*tches say I'm fly
And I can never touch the ground
I'm not tryna be in your circle
Cause I don't f*ck around

I get that money, that money (money)
I live it, I want it,
Drop the top on that Ferrari
Now I'm in California
I let the hard top down
And the wind blow through
All I do is win,
What the f*ck you gon' do?
I'm good, good, good
And I do this for my hood, hood, hood
Yeah, and ain't nobody gonna stop me
I'm doing it right now
So bang-bang, pow-pow,
Everybody say

[T-Pain: Hook]
My money right,
My money, money
My bread good (good, good)
Shawty f*ckin', wassup girl?
That head good!
Bang-bang, pow-pow
I do my thang, thang
Look at me now, now

My money right,
My money, money cash up
Up up and what? Face down, ass up
I rep my town, town,
That's where I'm from, from
So n*gga pow-pow, bom-bom

[Lil Wayne: Rap]
I go so hard they call me go so hard
You ain't a king, you a joker card
F*ckin' up the Church money like an alter boy
I got them yellow zanies,
At them tonka toys!
I go bonkers boy,
I put that on my mom and ‘em
The hoes are all alike,
They put the ho in homonym
I think all these n*ggas
Sound like me, that's a compliment
I told a midget b*tch,
I do it big hippopotamus
Put that on my Slime and ‘em
No B-ball, we stop and pop
No b-boy we got shit locked
Swagger ill, wassup doc
Make that p*ssy pop
Like the gun I went to jail for
Shoot the doors off that jeep,
That b*tch look like a mail trunk
Ya p*ssy keep ya tail tucked,
Real n*ggas in this b*tch
Get that p*ssy wet,
F*ck her then I jet: Kenny Smith
T-Pain voice, all I do is win and sh*t
Young money in ya muthaf*ckin' face;
Blemishes

[T-Pain: Hook]
My money right,
My money, money
My bread good (good, good)
Shawty f*ckin', wassup girl?
That head good!
Bang-bang, pow-pow
I do my thang, thang
Look at me now, now

My money right,
My money, money cash up
Up up and what? Face down, ass up
I rep my town, town,
That's where I'm from, from
So n*gga pow-pow, bom-bom