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Fecha de emisión: 17.12.2015
Idioma de la canción: inglés
Auction |
God is all I fear, money machine is all I hear |
Where are you? Tearing up the mall, I buy the mall out there |
It’s the bomb, no fall out gear |
No shelter, Helta Skelta |
Bubble like alka seltzer |
Look at me, king, I’ll melt ya |
Bars and cars give them the scrunchy face |
Violate then find out how your lung taste |
Got money to bungee, you don’t want this hate |
Yo, I can throw it down and watch it come back up |
You food, but you don’t really want this plate |
(Nah, slow down, Diddy, you’re killing them |
Pictures on billboards, know them bitches is feeling him |
You still blowing up like you helium |
Cars like spaceships, niggas thought it was aliens) |
This is Harlem, niggas that push foreigns |
Little homie shoot with the left like James Harden |
Excuse me, money, never to beg pardon |
Jacuzzi in a Sprinter, models take part in |
Tell me where the money is at and I’m departing |
Welcome to the auction |
We selling flows, riches glow, solid gold |
Big chains froze, flashy rings, all you need |
What you want nigga, what you see |
Nigga, welcome to the auction, we got it all |
Soul ball, fortune fame, riches, cars |
Vintage frames, drinks to pour, minks to the floor |
Nigga, you already know |
(Puff Daddy) |
I’m chosen, something like Beethoven |
Comes out golden anytime I compose it |
Watch gruesome, chain ferocious |
Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious |
The tub filled with roses |
Coming to America money, we Earl Jones it |
King Joffery, James Brown, now watch me |
Keep going knowing they can’t stop me |
Wearing 40 belows, the coats Rocky |
Lambo truck same color as broccoli |
Acting like Tyson when he was twenty something |
Bitch seen the money and came, I call that money cumming |
(Ask what’s a couple of mills, I say twenty something) |
I’mma a keep on moving, I hear the drummer coming |
(Bright like them time square lights the way I bubble something |
Nights and ice for the ruckers, I know the summer’s coming |
Dyckman, double parked, all the niggas just love the frontin') |
I’m like, «fuck nigga, then show them something» |
(Cause I’m shining like I can glow or something |
Throwing money in the air, but i don’t owe them nothing) |
Welcome to the auction |
We selling flows, riches glow solid gold |
Big chains froze, flashy rings, all you need |
What you want nigga, what you see |
Nigga welcome to the auction, we got it all |
Soul ball, fortune fame, riches, cars |
Vintage frames, drinks to pour, minks to the floor |
Nigga you already know |
Hold up, let me show you how to post up |
Let me show you how to do it when you leaning on the 'rossa |
Let me show you how you talking |
Switch up the way that you walking |
You can get it at the auction |
All that facade rapping and jaw yapping |
Nigga, shut the fuck up and watch God happen |
Come rain, sleet, or hail, no sales stop |
Crib on the island, gotta sail to the mail box |
Still send mails to my homie in the jail spot |
Roll a big L, bump Big, and let a shell pop |
Bodyguards tail wifey to the nail shop |
So you can get popped and she won’t drop the Chanel box |
Get on my city, nigga, westside ride, eastside bang |
Sheeeze, I came so far, GS Lex to G5 planes |
At least i’ve trained |
You say it’s crazy good, we not sane |
That’s the beast I’ve tamed |
These shots came b y frame for no reason |
Somebody gotta be filming this |
When you got this much God somebody gotta be villainess |
Somebody gotta be feeling like it’s prophecy filling in |
We gotta be boss, somebody gotta be middle men |
When you do it this big somebody gotta belittle it |
Literally it’s like the lottery picked us |
And you ain’t who you depicted in a lot of these pictures |
Welcome to the auction |
We selling flows, riches glow solid gold |
Big chains froze, flashy rings, all you need |
What you want nigga, what you see |
Nigga welcome to the auction, we got it all |
Soul ball, fortune fame, riches, cars |
Vintage frames, drinks to pour, minks to the floor |
Nigga you already know |