Текст Yung Bleu – Touching Souls

Al Geno on the track

I told my nigga let’s get money, we gon’ kill with ’em (We gon’ kill with ’em)
Gotta keep my head up in this game ’cause I’m too deep in it (I’m too deep in it)
I bought a brand new Bentley coupe and went to sleep in it (I went to sleep in it)

Rushin’ like the Cartel, my ‘migo do the job (Brrah)
Eliminate the enemy, makin’ room for the mall (Gang)
I see you hit critcal, doctor couldn’t do the job
My lil nigga don’t even rob, my lil nigga don’t break in cars (Wait up)
We just pop up where you are, either way you lose a draw
Mama knew I’d be a star, who knew I’d come this far? (Who knew?)
I make smokey like cigar, seen you wouldn’t wait for God
I’m at church with a rod, I’m at church with the rod

I told my nigga let’s get money, we gon’ kill with ’em (We gon’ kill with ’em)
Gotta keep my head up in this game ’cause I’m too deep in it (I’m too deep in it)
I bought a brand new Bentley coupe and went to sleep in it (I went to sleep in it)
I bought a brand new Bentley coupe and went to sleep in it
They say my music touch souls, ’cause I got soul
You might not see me fuck hoes, but I got hoes (For real)
Runnin’ in the storm, in the rain, in the cold (Yeah)
Put a grand on my arm, and I do it for the bros, yeah

If you know me, you know I’m rackin’
If you know me, you know how I pack it
If I ever fuck, you know how I like it, I see the picture like psychics
I caught a case and beat it like Tyson, strapped to my hood like ISIS
She built like a bison, I got the pussy but really don’t know where the hype at

It’s a money shower, it’s a money shower (Uh-uh)
It’s a money shower (Uh), ooh, it’s a money shower
I told my niggas to keep a stick ’cause we ain’t thrillin’
I told my niggas to get this money while you chillin’

I told my nigga let’s get money, we gon’ kill with ’em (We gon’ kill with ’em)
Gotta keep my head up in this game ’cause I’m too deep in it
I bought a brand new Bentley coupe and went to sleep in it
I bought a brand new Bentley coupe and went to sleep in it
They say my music touch souls, ’cause I got soul
You might not see me fuck hoes, but I got hoes (Yeah)
Runnin’ in the storm, in the rain, in the cold
Put a grand on my arm, and I do it for the bros, yeah