Young Warren Buffetts

Duration

3:57

Genres

Hip-Hop

Description

Lyrics

Scru Face Jean: Chorus} Big Stacks, skinny pants Turn a hundred to a grand See you hatin' with ya mans I could really give a damn We the young warren buffetts We the young warren buffetts We the young warren buffetts Warren buffetts, warren buffetts Now if theres money to be made Guess whos gonna make it If theres money to be made Guess whos gonna make it If theres money to be made Guess whos gonna make it nigga Guess whos gonna make it nigga Guess whos gonna make it FACE {Scru Face Jean: Verse 1} Okay I believe in honor But all they want is drama Cuz my check look like a sentence With all these little commas Going hard enough to trauma The whole court and your honor And fans scream my name So I jump on stage like lil mama Now im back like karma Purple hearted bomba's This the money war we let them dollars desert storm us We them paid mothafuckas tell them suckas guard they mommas These haters tryna kill me for the change.. Obama, na-na When you start gettin mo' rich, niggas hop up on yo' dick No homo thats ho shit, I dont think that they focused PHS swam on yo' click, dont you see all them locusts Mow the green, make your shoulder lean Cause that sweet is full of young dro bitch {Scru Face Jean: Chorus} {Scru Face Jean: Verse 2} Why yo girl approach us, ask to sign her poster Thats just an excuse though, she just want me closer I got rings no coaster, collect change like the sofa My mind is dark like folgers but you niggas sweet like mocha Wingardium Leviosa cause im fly when I spit it dog I dont think you hear me, pot is harry nigga griffindorf Money in the buildin tell these children they should get the door Hot ass flow like hot ass coals when they hit the floor Or, catch me chillin in my summer home Out in africa they happy cause they son is home The city turn to star wars with 100 clones Im like a skeleton.. got more than a hundred bones {Scru Face Jean: Chorus}