"Deepsea Dwellers" lyrics
GASHI & JIMI BANKS Lyrics
More champagne
Young Bank's Sinatra
Yeah I had to work the early shift
I'm up at 3 a.m
My off day I'm still trapping off a VPN
UPN 9 news my dog made the cut
I had to tell his mom the news
She said she hate his guts
Dangerous wave pumps fuck saving up
I'm so thirsty for the paper I use paper cups
Too much happening at once my bills adding up
And you niggas still talking bout this rapping stuff?
Zigzagging through the lane I swear I never changed
I've been around the same circle like the Saturn ring
My girl asked to get engaged but I ain't engage in the conversation
Cause I told her that I'm married to the game
Back in the studio it's me G and Dom
Text message from my mom I hope you doing fine
Red wine and read receipts we took the red-eye
I'd rather be at FedEx than doing FedTime
Cut class at Preme crib apartment D5
I look at moments in my life like a TV guide
I wish that I could rewind
Instead I iceberg the deep sea dweller
Just so I could freeze time
James Cameron on the wrist
Iceberg on the fin
Ain't DiCaprio baby
Cause I would never save a bitch
Told her don't shave the pussy
Cause my dick gon need a mink
Top me off at the crib
As I'm laying watching Brink
Don't be bragging that you rich
If your name up on that list
Give you a Bape zipper
Just for looking at my kid
No more questions left to ask
Quick to blast and I exit
Can't take the naked truth
Get mad when I address it
Got my mom veneers
She be smiling at your funeral
That's my twin for real
She the reason I look beautiful
All your friends bums homie
We ain't got no mutuals
Circle full of bosses
No squares
Fuck a cubicle
More blessings more cheddar
Put you on pressure
Armani knit dripped heavy
Over classic leather
Suede Timbs touched the marble
Can't do it better
Off-white launcha spider seats All vanilla
Same old shit
Just a different day
Out here trying to get it
Baby on the way
Hop up in the whip
Gotta make some moves
Times is getting hard
You know what I'ma do
Hustle!
I always say everything got a price
Like my thought is everything has a price
There is not a number that can get you back in that rate
80 million 100 million
NAh because now you selling your soul
100 million dollars you can have my soul
That's you
Now we know your character
You ain't got no dignity
You ain't got no morals
You ain't got no money man
Oh there's so little time
Oh there's so little time
Oh there's so little time
Oh there's so little time
Young Bank's Sinatra
Yeah I had to work the early shift
I'm up at 3 a.m
My off day I'm still trapping off a VPN
UPN 9 news my dog made the cut
I had to tell his mom the news
She said she hate his guts
Dangerous wave pumps fuck saving up
I'm so thirsty for the paper I use paper cups
Too much happening at once my bills adding up
And you niggas still talking bout this rapping stuff?
Zigzagging through the lane I swear I never changed
I've been around the same circle like the Saturn ring
My girl asked to get engaged but I ain't engage in the conversation
Cause I told her that I'm married to the game
Back in the studio it's me G and Dom
Text message from my mom I hope you doing fine
Red wine and read receipts we took the red-eye
I'd rather be at FedEx than doing FedTime
Cut class at Preme crib apartment D5
I look at moments in my life like a TV guide
I wish that I could rewind
Instead I iceberg the deep sea dweller
Just so I could freeze time
James Cameron on the wrist
Iceberg on the fin
Ain't DiCaprio baby
Cause I would never save a bitch
Told her don't shave the pussy
Cause my dick gon need a mink
Top me off at the crib
As I'm laying watching Brink
Don't be bragging that you rich
If your name up on that list
Give you a Bape zipper
Just for looking at my kid
No more questions left to ask
Quick to blast and I exit
Can't take the naked truth
Get mad when I address it
Got my mom veneers
She be smiling at your funeral
That's my twin for real
She the reason I look beautiful
All your friends bums homie
We ain't got no mutuals
Circle full of bosses
No squares
Fuck a cubicle
More blessings more cheddar
Put you on pressure
Armani knit dripped heavy
Over classic leather
Suede Timbs touched the marble
Can't do it better
Off-white launcha spider seats All vanilla
Same old shit
Just a different day
Out here trying to get it
Baby on the way
Hop up in the whip
Gotta make some moves
Times is getting hard
You know what I'ma do
Hustle!
I always say everything got a price
Like my thought is everything has a price
There is not a number that can get you back in that rate
80 million 100 million
NAh because now you selling your soul
100 million dollars you can have my soul
That's you
Now we know your character
You ain't got no dignity
You ain't got no morals
You ain't got no money man
Oh there's so little time
Oh there's so little time
Oh there's so little time
Oh there's so little time
