Z Money - Meds (2019)

​Текст песни Z Money - Meds

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[Intro]
Cicero on the beat

[Chorus]
I need my meds, codeine color red, just dodged indictment
In my sleep I'm dreamin' 'bout the feds, that shit kind of frightening
My life is priceless, Jewish truck is coming, still don't got no license
Pussy nigga notice how I'm comin', he don't wanna fight me
New bitch a Pisces, lookin' thick and rollin' blunts, I like it
Don't shoot no dices, got good dope and I got good prices
Louis kicks, got dope boy Nikes
I admit it, niggas don't like me
Send shots at his fitted
Jubilee wrist, that bitch hittin' in the lightening

[Verse 1]
Yeah, this is not a Breitling
AMG key, that bitch pricy
Good defense, hittin' like Tyson
Yeah, we're rich but we're still sheisty
Can't trust these hoes, they're trifling
I'm too busy worried 'bout the backend
Sold the pack and got excited
Real shit, free my lil' bro Fat, man
In the 'Vette, switchin' lanes like Stack, man
Off the X, I don't know which ho to hit
Fendi head to the toe with a loaded blick
Fuck a bitch, I keep on gettin' rich
Hundred mil', I ain't even gon' miss
Cocaine, that's my favorite dish
Throw some kick, drip down on the bitch
White two-four sittin' on the pen
Smokin' Runtz, in by the zip
Gettin' rich, I'm wakin' up early
I got a million to tip (Shawty Paid)
Shawty write the C's on him
Roll the duct tape, bitch, hit another gym
Gotta go, gotta skate
Glock four-oh, put him right in his place

[Chorus]
I need my meds, codeine color red, just dodged indictment
In my sleep I'm dreamin' 'bout the feds, that shit kind of frightening
My life is priceless, Jewish truck is coming, still don't got no license
Pussy nigga notice how I'm comin', he don't wanna fight me
New bitch a Pisces, lookin' thick and rollin' blunts, I like it
Don't shoot no dices, got good dope and I got good prices
Louis kicks, got dope boy Nikes
I admit it, niggas don't like me
Send shots at his fitted
Jubilee wrist, that bitch hittin' in the lightening

[Verse 2]
I was 16, I came in icy
Don't fuck with no rat, they're mices
Be real, that shit is priceless
For my niggas in the field just like me
Red bottoms on her heels, she wifey
Red tips on the FN bitin'
V12 pullin' out like lightning
Hundred thousand dollar cash excite me
Niggas hatin' on me, tell 'em catch up
Lil' bro in the cut, wet your vest up
Serve too many fiends, can't let up
I'm a boss to that bitch, got my head up
Stop countin' up money when I'm fed up
Stop pourin' codeine, don't measure
Take a bitch in the Benz, we can beat up
Two six in the trunk, got set up

[Chorus]
I need my meds, codeine color red, just dodged indictment
In my sleep I'm dreamin' 'bout the feds, that shit kind of frightening
My life is priceless, Jewish truck is coming, still don't got no license
Pussy nigga notice how I'm comin', he don't wanna fight me
New bitch a Pisces, lookin' thick and rollin' blunts, I like it
Don't shoot no dices, got good dope and I got good prices
Louis kicks, got dope boy Nikes
I admit it, niggas don't like me
Send shots at his fitted
Jubilee wrist, that bitch hittin' in the lightening

Наименование: Meds
Исполнители: Z Money
Дата выхода: 2019​