From me little bit and a grow
One thing me know
Me want money
And who know this know how it feels
Mi na dead poor
No more Jailhouse
No more concrete
Dior Pa Shoulder & Balmain Jeans
Look how the dogs them clean
A certain gyal me pick up from me travel St.E
Gun ina mi hand me lockspot Empty
A Cyber Crime mi do mi Pocket full a 20s
Them ask mi wa mi drink me seh d Hennessy
A money a the only ting me c weh stress me
Anytime mi stress me know fi hunt the best weed
Gal a seh she love a must the devil send she
Cause the people weh me love a them me see neglect me
As a Ghetto Youth boogie say hold the Benz key
And him say music ago make me drive AMG
Been through the dark so you cya scare me
Bloodlane a me place a them a represent me
5150 yeah
And who knows it know how it feel
And the pain weh me feel it real
Yeah
That's why mi Trap the Toll 150
With nothing pa me mind except the 26 Keyes
First you get the money now your power increase
Drop a Benz now a bare gal a follow like Bees
It was all a Dream
It come to reality you can't believe
Me use to walk the road Bare-Feet
But me never run from no bailiff
All me do a trap the line and stay clean
Bake jeans
Diamonds a drip it give you Brain-Freeze
Win whole heap of fight that's why me fasty'
Them never rate we
From me little bit and a grow
One thing me know
Me want money
And who know this know how it feels
Mi na dead poor
No more Jailhouse
No more bush weed
Dior Pa Shoulder & Balmain Jeans
Me used to money me no "Just-Come"
Buy a brand new coupe that custom
Me gal From New-York Just Touch Down
With a brand new Rolex "Buss Down"
Me make a million and still me no happy
Put it down
Cause me know rainy day she must come
Poverty circle me yard last week
This week me a search for the rich money syndrome
Double up the income, that a the pre
Beat the skull like a big Drum
Go buy a wallabee'
I'm gonna be rich dawg and you gonna see
You never see the vision
That no matter me
Them no like me style but them gal a honour me
Still a follow me Pon the I.G
Stand up and a Pree
"Brysco" yuh white Ee?
So when me never did a rub you never like me?
From me little bit and a grow
One thing me know
Me want money
And who know this know how it feels
Mi na dead poor
No more Jailhouse
No more concrete
Dior Pa Shoulder & Balmain Jeans
Outro
Cyber Crime Video (MV)
Brysco - Cyber Crime Lyrics
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
English
From me little bit and a grow
One thing me know
Me want money
And who know this know how it feels
Mi na dead poor
No more Jailhouse
No more concrete
Dior Pa Shoulder & Balmain Jeans
Look how the dogs them clean
A certain gyal me pick up from me travel St.E
Gun ina mi hand me lockspot Empty
A Cyber Crime mi do mi Pocket full a 20s
Them ask mi wa mi drink me seh d Hennessy
A money a the only ting me c weh stress me
Anytime mi stress me know fi hunt the best weed
Gal a seh she love a must the devil send she
Cause the people weh me love a them me see neglect me
As a Ghetto Youth boogie say hold the Benz key
And him say music ago make me drive AMG
Been through the dark so you cya scare me
Bloodlane a me place a them a represent me
5150 yeah
And who knows it know how it feel
And the pain weh me feel it real
Yeah
That's why mi Trap the Toll 150
With nothing pa me mind except the 26 Keyes
First you get the money now your power increase
Drop a Benz now a bare gal a follow like Bees
It was all a Dream
It come to reality you can't believe
Me use to walk the road Bare-Feet
But me never run from no bailiff
All me do a trap the line and stay clean
Bake jeans
Diamonds a drip it give you Brain-Freeze
Win whole heap of fight that's why me fasty'
Them never rate we
From me little bit and a grow
One thing me know
Me want money
And who know this know how it feels
Mi na dead poor
No more Jailhouse
No more bush weed
Dior Pa Shoulder & Balmain Jeans
Me used to money me no "Just-Come"
Buy a brand new coupe that custom
Me gal From New-York Just Touch Down
With a brand new Rolex "Buss Down"
Me make a million and still me no happy
Put it down
Cause me know rainy day she must come
Poverty circle me yard last week
This week me a search for the rich money syndrome
Double up the income, that a the pre
Beat the skull like a big Drum
Go buy a wallabee'
I'm gonna be rich dawg and you gonna see
You never see the vision
That no matter me
Them no like me style but them gal a honour me
Still a follow me Pon the I.G
Stand up and a Pree
"Brysco" yuh white Ee?
So when me never did a rub you never like me?
From me little bit and a grow
One thing me know
Me want money
And who know this know how it feels
Mi na dead poor
No more Jailhouse
No more concrete
Dior Pa Shoulder & Balmain Jeans
Outro
One thing me know
Me want money
And who know this know how it feels
Mi na dead poor
No more Jailhouse
No more concrete
Dior Pa Shoulder & Balmain Jeans
Look how the dogs them clean
A certain gyal me pick up from me travel St.E
Gun ina mi hand me lockspot Empty
A Cyber Crime mi do mi Pocket full a 20s
Them ask mi wa mi drink me seh d Hennessy
A money a the only ting me c weh stress me
Anytime mi stress me know fi hunt the best weed
Gal a seh she love a must the devil send she
Cause the people weh me love a them me see neglect me
As a Ghetto Youth boogie say hold the Benz key
And him say music ago make me drive AMG
Been through the dark so you cya scare me
Bloodlane a me place a them a represent me
5150 yeah
And who knows it know how it feel
And the pain weh me feel it real
Yeah
That's why mi Trap the Toll 150
With nothing pa me mind except the 26 Keyes
First you get the money now your power increase
Drop a Benz now a bare gal a follow like Bees
It was all a Dream
It come to reality you can't believe
Me use to walk the road Bare-Feet
But me never run from no bailiff
All me do a trap the line and stay clean
Bake jeans
Diamonds a drip it give you Brain-Freeze
Win whole heap of fight that's why me fasty'
Them never rate we
From me little bit and a grow
One thing me know
Me want money
And who know this know how it feels
Mi na dead poor
No more Jailhouse
No more bush weed
Dior Pa Shoulder & Balmain Jeans
Me used to money me no "Just-Come"
Buy a brand new coupe that custom
Me gal From New-York Just Touch Down
With a brand new Rolex "Buss Down"
Me make a million and still me no happy
Put it down
Cause me know rainy day she must come
Poverty circle me yard last week
This week me a search for the rich money syndrome
Double up the income, that a the pre
Beat the skull like a big Drum
Go buy a wallabee'
I'm gonna be rich dawg and you gonna see
You never see the vision
That no matter me
Them no like me style but them gal a honour me
Still a follow me Pon the I.G
Stand up and a Pree
"Brysco" yuh white Ee?
So when me never did a rub you never like me?
From me little bit and a grow
One thing me know
Me want money
And who know this know how it feels
Mi na dead poor
No more Jailhouse
No more concrete
Dior Pa Shoulder & Balmain Jeans
Outro