b#tch don’t call me on rouse
or else I’m gonna rouse
u don’t know the difference
u know I’m rocking all dior christian
like I’m in expensive religion
u know I’m not talkin about u in this jean
all that n f#ck all that vision
I got my shooters damn they hating
starting to hit me when I’m having this session
i’ll be getting to that mama
n#gg# won’t get it
i’ll be getting to that mama
gon grain it then u won’t gotta to get it
let that money don’t let them money make u
money don’t let it
all these white b#tches are swerving
these n#gg#s are starving
shawty why u nervous?
(why u nervous?)
she don’t got no purpose
but I know how she want a birkin
getting money for sure
gettin papers imma show u how it works
all my internet b#tches be an alert
she the last one I want to know if it works
drugs, damn my system locked it
I can’t function it out
money taller than me
just stay high as these amount
pour that lean in cup I know she a clown
how do u know she want me to get wrapped
smokin is only time she gon get popped
smokin on gas talkin to me loud
I guess I can’t hear myself told me to calm down
only the riches and riches r around
ya yeah
he want my body I’m not on his dick
I’m getting green but I gotta get geeked
said he wanna stay but I’m boutta leave
I poured that pineapple fanta with that lean
I’m too high breathing in Beverly Hills
Rick on my foot I don’t wear no high heels
when I’m done w the papers u getting killed
thirty five thousands dollars Jason paid the bills
been on the road that nobody showed up
I was nobody now they want some photos
I had to sue him back I couldn’t focus
they tryna control me under like a circus
threw myself in a jungle yeah I struggled
I cannot function but he gonna loose
ATR on my hands I might shoot
I’m got sick of these politics I live in ghost town
b#tch don’t call me on rouse
or else I’m gonna rouse
u don’t know the difference
u know I’m rocking all dior christian
like I’m in expensive religion
u know I’m not talkin about u in this jean
all that n f#ck all that vision
I got my shooters damn they hating
starting to hit me when I’m having this session
i’ll be getting to that mama
n#gg# won’t get it
i’ll be getting to that mama
gon grain it then u won’t gotta to get it
let that money don’t let them money make u
money don’t let it
all these white b#tches are swerving
these n#gg#s are starving
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expensive religions (Feat. SSGKobe & Zoku!) Lyrics English
b#tch don’t call me on rouse
or else I’m gonna rouse
u don’t know the difference
u know I’m rocking all dior christian
like I’m in expensive religion
u know I’m not talkin about u in this jean
all that n f#ck all that vision
I got my shooters damn they hating
starting to hit me when I’m having this session
i’ll be getting to that mama
n#gg# won’t get it
i’ll be getting to that mama
gon grain it then u won’t gotta to get it
let that money don’t let them money make u
money don’t let it
all these white b#tches are swerving
these n#gg#s are starving
shawty why u nervous?
(why u nervous?)
she don’t got no purpose
but I know how she want a birkin
getting money for sure
gettin papers imma show u how it works
all my internet b#tches be an alert
she the last one I want to know if it works
drugs, damn my system locked it
I can’t function it out
money taller than me
just stay high as these amount
pour that lean in cup I know she a clown
how do u know she want me to get wrapped
smokin is only time she gon get popped
smokin on gas talkin to me loud
I guess I can’t hear myself told me to calm down
only the riches and riches r around
ya yeah
he want my body I’m not on his dick
I’m getting green but I gotta get geeked
said he wanna stay but I’m boutta leave
I poured that pineapple fanta with that lean
I’m too high breathing in Beverly Hills
Rick on my foot I don’t wear no high heels
when I’m done w the papers u getting killed
thirty five thousands dollars Jason paid the bills
been on the road that nobody showed up
I was nobody now they want some photos
I had to sue him back I couldn’t focus
they tryna control me under like a circus
threw myself in a jungle yeah I struggled
I cannot function but he gonna loose
ATR on my hands I might shoot
I’m got sick of these politics I live in ghost town
b#tch don’t call me on rouse
or else I’m gonna rouse
u don’t know the difference
u know I’m rocking all dior christian
like I’m in expensive religion
u know I’m not talkin about u in this jean
all that n f#ck all that vision
I got my shooters damn they hating
starting to hit me when I’m having this session
i’ll be getting to that mama
n#gg# won’t get it
i’ll be getting to that mama
gon grain it then u won’t gotta to get it
let that money don’t let them money make u
money don’t let it
all these white b#tches are swerving
these n#gg#s are starving
Find more lyrics at asialyrics.com
HEENA Lyrics – expensive religions (Feat. SSGKobe & Zoku!)