Budj - Alabang Boyz Lyrics

Phone go, ring-ring
Money go, ching-ching
All they want is that bling-bling
All they want is that gling-gling
All they want is that Lucy,
That diamond sky, that bling-bling
Well we got about twenty kilos we 'bout to make a killing
Green demon, green eyes
Green everything, green ties
Green ice, green bags
Green licks, green snacks
At the beach, tire screech
I'm with my bitch, I'm filthy rich
Our parents say when they see us rich
Uhm, I'm Rick James bitch
In so deep like my head in the sand
Wanna call a truce, but there's blood on my hands
Is there no way, is there no way out
Nope
F*ck it

Putang ina niyo
Hay nako
Putang ina niyo
Hay diyos ko

Bag go, sling-sling
Stash go, ding-ding
All they want is that paper ting'
Pick up the pace before five-o' sing
Your coins are mine in a bowl
Your face is scrunched centerfold
You're on your own
I don't care if you rot you blood clot
Your downfall is my rise
Your broken wheel my honey well (Merci beaucoup)
You do what you do
Don't blame me it's voodoo
It's business as usual
Hit the pedal to the metal, go
Racing down, pass the block
We don't care, add the stock
Blast the bass, pick her up
Party here, kings cup
Pour it up, suck my cock

Putang ina niyo
Hay nako
Putang ina niyo
Hay diyos ko

Putang ina niyo
Hay nako
(Alabang boyz, the Alabang boyz, the Alabang boyz)
Putang ina niyo
(Alabang boyz, the Alabang boyz, the)