Letra de Rewind
Yuh yuh yuh uh
Don't need much but a bassline
Don't need much but a bassline
I don't fuckin' waste time
Pockets are a goldmine
Hit that fuckin' rewind
Don't need much but a bassline
I don't fuckin' waste time
Pockets are a goldmine
Hit that fuckin' rewind
Uh yeah
Sorry girl
I'm kinda busy on top of the world
Blah blah blah till you show me your shirt
Yuh yuh yuh I'm sure you're in debt
Remind me what we talkin' about
Baby girl put it all in your mouth
Always keep receipts
Always always smokin' trees
Adele-ing 'cause I roll deep
Whatever the fuck that means
I'm too high to be on beat
Gucci only on my feet
Ugly beatle lookin' ass shoes
I can't even explain what I do
But it pays good enough for two
Get lucky or have a clue
Don't need much but a bassline
I don't fuckin' waste time
Pockets are a goldmine
Hit that fuckin' rewind
Don't need much but a bassline
I don't fuckin' waste time
Pockets are a goldmine
Hit that fuckin' rewind
Yuh
None of my friends are my friends
They all just wanna ride round in my Benz
Keep 'em around only for the weekend
Stackin' this shit up off my dividends, uh
Running running like my head is cut off
Runnin' your mouth and then you get cut off
I don’t care if your power shut off
Do a line so I can take off
Pilot, Sir
Where are we landing?
Busy day a lot of business handling
Baggy pants cause they got bands in em
Please don’t crash we all need management
Freaking out, got too much to count
Freaking out, got too much to count
Freaking out, got too much to count
Freakin' out
Freakin' out
Freakin' out
Pockets are a goldmine
Hit that fuckin' rewind
Don't need much but a bassline
I don't fuckin' waste time
Pockets are a goldmine
Hit that fuckin' rewind
Uh yeah
Sorry girl
I'm kinda busy on top of the world
Blah blah blah till you show me your shirt
Yuh yuh yuh I'm sure you're in debt
Remind me what we talkin' about
Baby girl put it all in your mouth
Always keep receipts
Always always smokin' trees
Adele-ing 'cause I roll deep
Whatever the fuck that means
I'm too high to be on beat
Gucci only on my feet
Ugly beatle lookin' ass shoes
I can't even explain what I do
But it pays good enough for two
Get lucky or have a clue
Don't need much but a bassline
I don't fuckin' waste time
Pockets are a goldmine
Hit that fuckin' rewind
Don't need much but a bassline
I don't fuckin' waste time
Pockets are a goldmine
Hit that fuckin' rewind
Yuh
None of my friends are my friends
They all just wanna ride round in my Benz
Keep 'em around only for the weekend
Stackin' this shit up off my dividends, uh
Running running like my head is cut off
Runnin' your mouth and then you get cut off
I don’t care if your power shut off
Do a line so I can take off
Pilot, Sir
Where are we landing?
Busy day a lot of business handling
Baggy pants cause they got bands in em
Please don’t crash we all need management
Freaking out, got too much to count
Freaking out, got too much to count
Freaking out, got too much to count
Freakin' out
Freakin' out
Freakin' out