Freck Billionaire - What Ya Sippin On lyrics

rate me

Money comes, money goes, I got that bread, by the fucking loafs

In the club, smoking nose, what ya sippin on, Derek Rose

what ya sippin on, Derek Rose

what ya sippin on, Derek Rose

I'm pouring Rose to the cup overflows

When bottle's empty, it ain't over though

I keep em coming like I do the bitches

You see them niggas with me, they don't do the pictures

Street fam, there's a thousand of us real niggas

Teddy Roosevelt , thousand dollar bill niggas

Slash shake down I'm ill niggas

Got the money let the champagne spill nigga

50+ bottles on the weekend

Hose ...crispy like ...

I got the cash on super size

Going down in this bitch like the super dive

I'm the shit, you can smell the stench from me

Pockets full of franks, I ain't talking French money

Leaving in my 2 seater, with 3 hoes

I'm number one I pop that deros

Money comes, money goes, I got that bread, by the fucking loafs

In the club, smoking nose, what ya sippin on, Derek Rose

what ya sippin on, Derek Rose

what ya sippin on, Derek Rose

I'm in the club straight stunting with my jewels on

Drinking up the bottle something like a new born

Hop in Derek Rose, all the bottles pink

It's enough to go around so let the models drink

I let the money talk for me, can you hear the stacks

Let's make a movie in this bitch, Miramax

Champagne, campaign yeah I dominate it

All them bitches choosing me like I'm nominated

Baby in the black dress looking splendid

If I brought it to the club, I'ma spend it

West phillie niggas, certified paper getters

And then we fuck it up like paper shredders

Our cousin Joe, he get them on the fork lift

So you know it's us when you hear them ... lift

... on ice age, carrots froze

I'm number one, I pop Derek Rose

Money comes, money goes, I got that bread, by the fucking loafs

In the club, smoking nose, what ya sippin on, Derek Rose

what ya sippin on, Derek Rose

what ya sippin on, Derek Rose