Lyrics: souve/kweeel (νΌ)
Music: kweeel (νΌ)
fresh off the lab
fresh off the lab ye yo
fresh off the lab fresh off the lab
grill some dead talk
feed it for your brain
flooded with the visuals
see them reign
no text just the typo
no fact but emotion
Some feel bad of this fall
no bottom floor
this is factfree science
the god I believe in
Money make her go round
Issa merry go round
Baby gurl
I been on a zone all alone
Cause money be recipe for the real love
She type of woman βcoldβ
Know she be diggin for that gold
But she says she been looking for the βreallaβ
Interpretation: dolla billa
μ°λ¦° μΌλ§λ μλ‘ λ λ―Ώμμ§ κ³μ½μ νμ λ
μ£½μ μ½μ λ§μ μ§ν΅μ λ λ¬μ λ
μλλ¬μ λ λ μx리 κ°μΉλ 0
Please factfree only
λ κ²°λ‘ μ λλ°
λ λ§μμ λ μ±μμ€ λ§ν κ·Έλ° λμ 보μ΄λ λ§μ, μλ μ΄λμ΄ μλ€
μμ μμ§ λ§ with no cash flows
My youth been hijacked with no ransom
λ λ λͺ¨μ¬ λ΄ μλλ κ°μΈμ
λ λ μλ‘ν΄ λ΄ λ¬Έμ λ κ°μΈμ
μ μ λμλ©΄ μ΄κ±΄ λ΄ μμ μ‘°μΈ
Boy dont trust your broski and ur sista
They aint ur partner
^^