WAY PAST LUCK
[00:00.000] 作词 : Khaled Khaled/Abraham-Joseph Shéyaa Bin/Tarik Azzouz/Nicholas Warwar/L. Benard/Les Ledo
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Khaled Khaled/Abraham-Joseph Shéyaa Bin/Tarik Azzouz/Nicholas Warwar/L. Benard/Les Ledo
[00:02.992] We The Best music
[00:03.718] Woah, woah
[00:05.151] Woah, woah, woah, woah
[00:09.245] Another one, DJ Khaled (Yeah)
[00:11.282] Woah
[00:12.768] I got fake friends givin' me hugs
[00:15.154] I got record labels givin’ me dubs
[00:17.213] You can't book me at clubs
[00:18.847] Police hate me, white fans show me love
[00:21.081] I just gave away bikes with the judge
[00:23.391] I grew up in the mud
[00:24.940] Legal money, I got rich from workin'
[00:27.255] I give back to my hood on purpose
[00:29.878] When you make it to the top, you know them rumors gon’ surface
[00:32.943] Know you talk behind my back 'cause yo' ass always be nervous
[00:36.906] Everything private on the jеt, we got curtains
[00:39.190] Twenty thousand feet and this bitch bust out twerkin'
[00:42.375] I ain't from Nеw Orleans, but, I know that you're early
[00:45.704] I don't play tennis, but, the models, they serve me
[00:48.775] Feel like I'm that nigga, but, plenty women done curved me
[00:51.767] Know my worth, I gave myself that many women didn’t deserve me
[00:54.866] Trusted you, gave you my heart, and you did nothin’ but hurt me
[00:57.901] But, one thing 'bout them tables, they just don’t stop turnin'
[01:01.114] One thing 'bout them tables, they just don't stop
[01:04.018] Yeah, ne thing ’bout this money, it just won't stop
[01:06.905] Heart inside the trenches, I can't go pop
[01:10.302] We make street records, and they go pop
[01:13.218] Still stand on business even though I'm rich
[01:16.388] Niggas out of pocket, grab the pool stick
[01:20.101] She don't get a purse, then she gon' throw a fit
[01:22.858] But, she ride me like a rodeo, no bullshit
[01:25.781] I own a lot of homes, I got good deeds
[01:29.157] Dottin' all my odds and crossin' all my Ts
[01:32.376] Lookin' at my children, all I see is me
[01:35.264] You know it's different when you responsible for how somebody breath
[01:38.356] Make sure that they eat 'cause I'm a hustler
[01:41.361] I don't believe in ghost, but, he's a buster
[01:43.650] Top Shotta, the streets know how many niggas we done ruffed up
[01:46.166] Ferrari 1.2, remember ridin' in the Put Plug
[01:49.304] Forty million a year, this shit right here way past lucked up
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Khaled Khaled/Abraham-Joseph Shéyaa Bin/Tarik Azzouz/Nicholas Warwar/L. Benard/Les Ledo
[00:02.992] We The Best music
[00:03.718] Woah, woah
[00:05.151] Woah, woah, woah, woah
[00:09.245] Another one, DJ Khaled (Yeah)
[00:11.282] Woah
[00:12.768] I got fake friends givin' me hugs
[00:15.154] I got record labels givin’ me dubs
[00:17.213] You can't book me at clubs
[00:18.847] Police hate me, white fans show me love
[00:21.081] I just gave away bikes with the judge
[00:23.391] I grew up in the mud
[00:24.940] Legal money, I got rich from workin'
[00:27.255] I give back to my hood on purpose
[00:29.878] When you make it to the top, you know them rumors gon’ surface
[00:32.943] Know you talk behind my back 'cause yo' ass always be nervous
[00:36.906] Everything private on the jеt, we got curtains
[00:39.190] Twenty thousand feet and this bitch bust out twerkin'
[00:42.375] I ain't from Nеw Orleans, but, I know that you're early
[00:45.704] I don't play tennis, but, the models, they serve me
[00:48.775] Feel like I'm that nigga, but, plenty women done curved me
[00:51.767] Know my worth, I gave myself that many women didn’t deserve me
[00:54.866] Trusted you, gave you my heart, and you did nothin’ but hurt me
[00:57.901] But, one thing 'bout them tables, they just don’t stop turnin'
[01:01.114] One thing 'bout them tables, they just don't stop
[01:04.018] Yeah, ne thing ’bout this money, it just won't stop
[01:06.905] Heart inside the trenches, I can't go pop
[01:10.302] We make street records, and they go pop
[01:13.218] Still stand on business even though I'm rich
[01:16.388] Niggas out of pocket, grab the pool stick
[01:20.101] She don't get a purse, then she gon' throw a fit
[01:22.858] But, she ride me like a rodeo, no bullshit
[01:25.781] I own a lot of homes, I got good deeds
[01:29.157] Dottin' all my odds and crossin' all my Ts
[01:32.376] Lookin' at my children, all I see is me
[01:35.264] You know it's different when you responsible for how somebody breath
[01:38.356] Make sure that they eat 'cause I'm a hustler
[01:41.361] I don't believe in ghost, but, he's a buster
[01:43.650] Top Shotta, the streets know how many niggas we done ruffed up
[01:46.166] Ferrari 1.2, remember ridin' in the Put Plug
[01:49.304] Forty million a year, this shit right here way past lucked up
作词 : Khaled Khaled/Abraham-Joseph Shéyaa Bin/Tarik Azzouz/Nicholas Warwar/L. Benard/Les Ledo
作曲 : Khaled Khaled/Abraham-Joseph Shéyaa Bin/Tarik Azzouz/Nicholas Warwar/L. Benard/Les Ledo
We The Best music
Woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Another one, DJ Khaled (Yeah)
Woah
I got fake friends givin' me hugs
I got record labels givin’ me dubs
You can't book me at clubs
Police hate me, white fans show me love
I just gave away bikes with the judge
I grew up in the mud
Legal money, I got rich from workin'
I give back to my hood on purpose
When you make it to the top, you know them rumors gon’ surface
Know you talk behind my back 'cause yo' ass always be nervous
Everything private on the jеt, we got curtains
Twenty thousand feet and this bitch bust out twerkin'
I ain't from Nеw Orleans, but, I know that you're early
I don't play tennis, but, the models, they serve me
Feel like I'm that nigga, but, plenty women done curved me
Know my worth, I gave myself that many women didn’t deserve me
Trusted you, gave you my heart, and you did nothin’ but hurt me
But, one thing 'bout them tables, they just don’t stop turnin'
One thing 'bout them tables, they just don't stop
Yeah, ne thing ’bout this money, it just won't stop
Heart inside the trenches, I can't go pop
We make street records, and they go pop
Still stand on business even though I'm rich
Niggas out of pocket, grab the pool stick
She don't get a purse, then she gon' throw a fit
But, she ride me like a rodeo, no bullshit
I own a lot of homes, I got good deeds
Dottin' all my odds and crossin' all my Ts
Lookin' at my children, all I see is me
You know it's different when you responsible for how somebody breath
Make sure that they eat 'cause I'm a hustler
I don't believe in ghost, but, he's a buster
Top Shotta, the streets know how many niggas we done ruffed up
Ferrari 1.2, remember ridin' in the Put Plug
Forty million a year, this shit right here way past lucked up
作曲 : Khaled Khaled/Abraham-Joseph Shéyaa Bin/Tarik Azzouz/Nicholas Warwar/L. Benard/Les Ledo
We The Best music
Woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Another one, DJ Khaled (Yeah)
Woah
I got fake friends givin' me hugs
I got record labels givin’ me dubs
You can't book me at clubs
Police hate me, white fans show me love
I just gave away bikes with the judge
I grew up in the mud
Legal money, I got rich from workin'
I give back to my hood on purpose
When you make it to the top, you know them rumors gon’ surface
Know you talk behind my back 'cause yo' ass always be nervous
Everything private on the jеt, we got curtains
Twenty thousand feet and this bitch bust out twerkin'
I ain't from Nеw Orleans, but, I know that you're early
I don't play tennis, but, the models, they serve me
Feel like I'm that nigga, but, plenty women done curved me
Know my worth, I gave myself that many women didn’t deserve me
Trusted you, gave you my heart, and you did nothin’ but hurt me
But, one thing 'bout them tables, they just don’t stop turnin'
One thing 'bout them tables, they just don't stop
Yeah, ne thing ’bout this money, it just won't stop
Heart inside the trenches, I can't go pop
We make street records, and they go pop
Still stand on business even though I'm rich
Niggas out of pocket, grab the pool stick
She don't get a purse, then she gon' throw a fit
But, she ride me like a rodeo, no bullshit
I own a lot of homes, I got good deeds
Dottin' all my odds and crossin' all my Ts
Lookin' at my children, all I see is me
You know it's different when you responsible for how somebody breath
Make sure that they eat 'cause I'm a hustler
I don't believe in ghost, but, he's a buster
Top Shotta, the streets know how many niggas we done ruffed up
Ferrari 1.2, remember ridin' in the Put Plug
Forty million a year, this shit right here way past lucked up
