E.B.I.T.D.A.
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โฑ๏ธ 2:00 duration
๐ ID: 23585364
๐ Lyrics
I'm in they ears like vitamin C
I mean yellow like bright as a bee
I mean the sun like bright as can be
F80 knot you, tie it to me
Just to get from A to B and ain't drive it to see
The Palais, the Eiffel, Army won't turn the parades off
God bless Takeoff
I said I want the Rolls Royce with the drapes off
And it ain't electric so it's way off
Send it back
Sendin' for the Gordo pies?
Picked up the Turo and drive
Straight up the 405
The way that the boarders designed
I'm feelin' like the lord of the skies
Arms like 2:45
Hit 'em, make sure that he dies
That text, won't never reply
The Feds came and collected my guys
The rain pours and I'm hearin' they cries
Went from heaters up to fevers up
Bitches in the back, the seat is up
Now I'm ten times the E.B.I.T.D.A
If you let the money talk, who speakin' up?
I'm sleepwalkin', y'all don't dream enough
My third passport, I ain't seen enough
If you can breathe up there, it ain't steep enough
The scale don't lie, you ain't even us
(Yeah)
Shorty want me hit her like an archer
But I'm not desperate, so I starve her
How we fit thirty studs in the collar
Open the sunroof, wave to my father
Rememberin' the shipments at the Portsmouth Harbor
Somethin' for the face-numbers and the nodders
Grew up playin' real life Contra
"Never give up," that's the mantra
Liftin' all this weight, now I live behind the gate
Should DJ the way they diggin' through the crates
You niggas bustin' bricks on a plate
I need more space to make paste
The wrap houses runnin' out of tape
The drug money bustin' out the safes
Scammers runnin' in and out of Chase
Bottle service runnin' out of Ace
Went from heaters up to fevers up
Bitches in the back, the seat is up
Now I'm ten times the E.B.I.T.D.A
If you let the money talk, who speakin' up
I'm sleepwalkin', y'all don't dream enough
My third passport, I ain't seen enough
If you can breathe up there, it ain't steep enough
The scale don't lie, you ain't even us
I mean yellow like bright as a bee
I mean the sun like bright as can be
F80 knot you, tie it to me
Just to get from A to B and ain't drive it to see
The Palais, the Eiffel, Army won't turn the parades off
God bless Takeoff
I said I want the Rolls Royce with the drapes off
And it ain't electric so it's way off
Send it back
Sendin' for the Gordo pies?
Picked up the Turo and drive
Straight up the 405
The way that the boarders designed
I'm feelin' like the lord of the skies
Arms like 2:45
Hit 'em, make sure that he dies
That text, won't never reply
The Feds came and collected my guys
The rain pours and I'm hearin' they cries
Went from heaters up to fevers up
Bitches in the back, the seat is up
Now I'm ten times the E.B.I.T.D.A
If you let the money talk, who speakin' up?
I'm sleepwalkin', y'all don't dream enough
My third passport, I ain't seen enough
If you can breathe up there, it ain't steep enough
The scale don't lie, you ain't even us
(Yeah)
Shorty want me hit her like an archer
But I'm not desperate, so I starve her
How we fit thirty studs in the collar
Open the sunroof, wave to my father
Rememberin' the shipments at the Portsmouth Harbor
Somethin' for the face-numbers and the nodders
Grew up playin' real life Contra
"Never give up," that's the mantra
Liftin' all this weight, now I live behind the gate
Should DJ the way they diggin' through the crates
You niggas bustin' bricks on a plate
I need more space to make paste
The wrap houses runnin' out of tape
The drug money bustin' out the safes
Scammers runnin' in and out of Chase
Bottle service runnin' out of Ace
Went from heaters up to fevers up
Bitches in the back, the seat is up
Now I'm ten times the E.B.I.T.D.A
If you let the money talk, who speakin' up
I'm sleepwalkin', y'all don't dream enough
My third passport, I ain't seen enough
If you can breathe up there, it ain't steep enough
The scale don't lie, you ain't even us