Bubblin' - Anderson .Paak
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Lyrics:
Look
at you go, okay, you bubblin'
Look,
go, go, Look at you go
Okay
you bubblin', look
Yeah,
one in the hand, one in the bag, bubblin'
Look
at the cash, look at the cash comin' in
Come
get your man, this lil' nigga buggin' me
Did
you see the bag? Quit all that jaw-jackery
Don't
vevnn pass me that, I don't want none of it (yeah)
These
niggas mad about it, they had enough of it
Woah,
watch what you're sayin', how they're poppin' and shakin'
Got me
hot as a laser, my posse deep and irate
And we
act a fool for the paper, had a dream and I made it
El
Camino on Dayton's, Vintage Guess over Bape
Put
the bread on me bitch, bitch, you bet
I'ma
bake it Piggy flat in a blanket, I might just roll out today
I
might just roll out to Vegas, head back to my old ways
Cop a
room full of Asian hoes and do blow all day
Look
at me, baby, look at me, baby
Don't
I look like a million? I'm 'bout to clean out the safe
D-don't
I look like somebody that just be bodyin' everything
All
that talkin' is great but I don't be talkin' I air it out
All
the problems have gotten easy to bury
I'd
rather drown in them Hendrick's, I'd rather kiss on my Mary
I been
broker way longer than I been rich so until it levels out
Imma
take your mama to the Marriott and wear it out
Took
me so long to get it, gonna spread it out
Let
'em know all about me when I'm dead and gone
One in
the hand, one in the bag, bubblin' (look at you go)
One in
the hand, one in the bag, bubblin' (look at you go)
Look
at the cash, look at the cash bubblin' (okay you bubblin')
Look
at the cash (look)
Bubblin'
(go)
One in
the hand (look)
One in
the hand (go)
One in
the hand, one in the bag, bubblin' (look at you go)
Look
at the cash, look at the cash, bubblin' (okay you bubblin')
Look
at the cash (look)
Bubblin'
I'ma
need all the fries you can give me
All
the hot sauce, all the pie you can give me
Better
be all or nothin', don't have me in the middle
You
better be all you can, get higher than the limit
Simplify
for the Dumbos, plenty slides, I could shuffle
Hit
the cadence with my young bitch, Isaac Hayes, Billy Ocean
But
the old hoe with the cane stick
Left
my slippers at the function, it's hard to run in Gucci slides
Chick
I thought you said you didn't have a husband
I'ma
stud, no cuckold, Jackie Chan, no trouble
Can't
kill up with the beat, blood drippin' from the cutthroats
No
Lord, not me, I can never be the one you wanna stunt for
Money,
money, the machine, guns, freak the Ferragamo store
R.I.P.
to times that I was broke, hopped in like the 911 Porsche
Matte
black, lookin' clean, dead prezi's in an envelope
Cookin
up kanat, waitin' for the antidote, runnin' outta town
Patience
thinner than her pantyhose
"Get
over here and empty your pockets."
"I
don't do that."
"You're
my prisoner—you do what I tell you to do—get over here."
"Haha,
he's gonna get nasty about it!"
"Fuckin'
bitch!"
"Frank!
Cool it, huh?"
"Stay
the fuck outta this!"
One in
the hand, one in the bag, bubblin' (look at you go)
One in
the hand, one in the bag, bubblin' (look at you go)
Look
at the cash, look at the cash bubblin' (okay you bubblin')
Look
at the cash (look)
Bubblin'
(go)
One in
the hand (look)
One in
the hand (go)
One in
the hand, one in the bag, bubblin' (look at you go)
Look
at the cash, look at the cash, bubblin' (okay you bubblin')
Look
at the cash (look)
Bubblin'
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