"CUTLASS" lyrics
Juls, Projexx & Pa Salieu Lyrics
Bumboclaat
Me say piss a money
Rich millionaire, hey
Rich, hey, hold on me daddy
Millionaire, millionaire
A give a, yes sir
Bumboclaat
Rich millionaire
Young rich nigga, bank book bigger
Loan six figures, make she bounce like digger
Big batty gyal, me a squeeze like trigger
While me ganja bun spliff thick like pillar
Diamond a dance like silver (silver, silver)
Song dem a stream like river
Have 'bout three gyal a wait inna di villa
Line up, say dem waan dry rate Manekilla (yeah)
She tight but I must fit
Rounds pon rounds, a 45 must chip
You sharper than cutlass
Pass me a light, me pack up and puff this
She tight but I must fit
Rounds pon rounds, a 45 must chip
You sharper than cutlass
Pass me a light, me pack up and puff this
If me nah too talk, me nah frust', just handle my vibes
Leave a thug 'pon me side
Hey, we have beer, gyal a whine, beer, gyal a whine
Beer, dollar sign, beer, money 'pon me mind
Handle my vibes
Put a thug 'pon me side
I been a silent stepper, make badman mulla
Badman killer, man a fire extinguisher
Long road runner, can't rush pressure
Deep end swimmer, di bwoy with the steel hat
First row, Bottega show in Italy
I'm beside Lauryn AKA Miss Hill
Fire starter, man a lit them frost
Dem so fool, they never had no class
Man a boss, money on my mind every time of the day
Gyal dem bubble when the rhythm start play
Waistline move like the ocean wave
Gyal, me love the way you whine up your waist
Slow pace, five face, I'm amazed by the way
That you shake, fuck up any room, any place
Whine, whine, earthquake, step close, heart rate
We gon' activate, I gon' make the body celebrate
She tight but I must fit
Rounds pon rounds, a 45 must chip
You sharper than cutlass
Pass me a light, me pack up and puff this
She tight but I must fit
Rounds pon rounds, a 45 must chip
You sharper than cutlass
Pass me a light, me pack up and puff this
If me nah too talk, me nah frust', just handle my vibes
Leave a thug 'pon me side
Hey, we have beer, gyal a whine, beer, gyal a whine
Beer, dollar sign, beer, money 'pon me mind
Handle my vibes
Put a thug 'pon me side
Me say piss a money
Rich millionaire, hey
Rich, hey, hold on me daddy
Millionaire, millionaire
A give a, yes sir
Bumboclaat
Rich millionaire
Young rich nigga, bank book bigger
Loan six figures, make she bounce like digger
Big batty gyal, me a squeeze like trigger
While me ganja bun spliff thick like pillar
Diamond a dance like silver (silver, silver)
Song dem a stream like river
Have 'bout three gyal a wait inna di villa
Line up, say dem waan dry rate Manekilla (yeah)
She tight but I must fit
Rounds pon rounds, a 45 must chip
You sharper than cutlass
Pass me a light, me pack up and puff this
She tight but I must fit
Rounds pon rounds, a 45 must chip
You sharper than cutlass
Pass me a light, me pack up and puff this
If me nah too talk, me nah frust', just handle my vibes
Leave a thug 'pon me side
Hey, we have beer, gyal a whine, beer, gyal a whine
Beer, dollar sign, beer, money 'pon me mind
Handle my vibes
Put a thug 'pon me side
I been a silent stepper, make badman mulla
Badman killer, man a fire extinguisher
Long road runner, can't rush pressure
Deep end swimmer, di bwoy with the steel hat
First row, Bottega show in Italy
I'm beside Lauryn AKA Miss Hill
Fire starter, man a lit them frost
Dem so fool, they never had no class
Man a boss, money on my mind every time of the day
Gyal dem bubble when the rhythm start play
Waistline move like the ocean wave
Gyal, me love the way you whine up your waist
Slow pace, five face, I'm amazed by the way
That you shake, fuck up any room, any place
Whine, whine, earthquake, step close, heart rate
We gon' activate, I gon' make the body celebrate
She tight but I must fit
Rounds pon rounds, a 45 must chip
You sharper than cutlass
Pass me a light, me pack up and puff this
She tight but I must fit
Rounds pon rounds, a 45 must chip
You sharper than cutlass
Pass me a light, me pack up and puff this
If me nah too talk, me nah frust', just handle my vibes
Leave a thug 'pon me side
Hey, we have beer, gyal a whine, beer, gyal a whine
Beer, dollar sign, beer, money 'pon me mind
Handle my vibes
Put a thug 'pon me side
Writer(s): Julian Nicco-annan, Pa Salieu Gaye, Roc Legion, Johni Denali Kevin James
