Top Songs By Tommy Cash
Credits
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Tommy Cash
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Danny Zuckerman
Komponist:in
Tomas Tammemets
Songwriter:in
Michael Claudio
Komponist:in
Rock Georges
Komponist:in
Horst Christian Simco
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Million-dollar smile, million-dollar mullet
[Verse 2]
Yuh, ay
Only smile when the cameras out
Diamonds dancing when the candles out
Diamonds twinkle
Yellow jewels look like Twinkies
Two tube socks filled up with Benjamin Franklins
The bank teller gave me a hundred thousand cash in 10k increments
Jody Husky cleaned off his mink in a Versace sink
Yuh, me Chief Keef bought a Lamborghini at the same time, jinx
Benjamin Frankenstein, the fireplace smells like frankincense
Log cabin with the hammock in the triple store treehouse, uh
There's long way from tree to tree
Wobbles when walk across like an Ewok
CFoam mint Skies, now I'm in Seattle like a seahawk
Grind balls where down the Activis astro turf
Nobody's perfect on this earth surface
But I'm glad to be at service
I don't like online shopping, I'd rather purchase in person
Riff!
[Verse 3]
Further you scroll the higher I get
Louder song in my set, the better she get
Only thing keep locked, that's your bra, you don't wanna pop pills
Further you scroll the higher I get
Louder song in my set, the better she get
Only thing keep locked, that's your bra, you don't wanna pop pills
[Verse 4]
They hated on me, dropout
But look at you with the mop out
All the girls call me papa
I pull up just like that, then I hop out
Think I'm fake or a cutout
People faint with a blackout
All my gang gets a shoutout
If you stuck then you wallow
Coming straight from the 3 4 5
I want to pop the bigots the weakest kind
It's so dark as fuck but my coke so white
I think they racist fucks, I make 'em blind
I usually don't care how I look it's not Fashion Week at Paris
Coming up with dumb excuses, just to ignore my parents
Saving money, I'm too cheap for vacation islands
And I'm working day and night, this man got a thousand talents
So much credit on the street, I could stir it with my feet
As we enter VIP, then I peak on LSD (Wheee)
I came to judge, I left impressed
Let me get it off my chest
[Verse 5]
What you doing, what what what you doing now?
What you doing, what what what you doing now?
What you doing, what what what you doing now?
What you doing, what what what you doing now?
[Verse 6]
Further you scroll the higher I get
Louder song in my set, the better she get
Only thing keep locked, that's your bra, you don't wanna pop pills
Further you scroll the higher I get
Louder song in my set, the better she get
Only thing keep locked, that's your bra, you don't wanna pop pills
[Verse 7]
Further you scroll the higher I get
Louder song in my set, the better she get
Only thing keep locked, that's your bra, you don't wanna pop pills
Written by: Danny Zuckerman, Tomas Tammemets, Michael Claudio, Rock Georges, Horst Christian Simco