Текст пісні 54 Plate - Jay Silva

54 Plate

And I put my hands up like i’m innocent but\nI drive a white coupe like it’s heaven sent\nStarted off in a 54 plate (yeah yeah)\nNow I drip in the coldest Balmain (yeah yeah)\nCrazy how things change since the old days\nI remember I spent my first bag on a 54 plate\nShoutout my nigga, he’s the realest nigga with me\nFull time pinkies, but I still roll with the beanies\nYeah I started from the ground up\nJust tryna get all my pounds up\nLooking at all of these German whips\nAnd I can’t even drive them\nWhat you know about no claim bonus\nThat shit was a killer\nNow I’m driving the finest cocaine\nGripping the bar up\nPeople tryna do me wrong, but I gotta stay strong\nHitters tryna get closer, i’m not your Muslim brother\nNever asking for the drama, imma need\nDoing this shit like a loner, cause i’m riding till it’s over\nBitches getting fed up, cause I talk about the same thing\nWhen you have money coming in, you can never get tired of it\nI remember I was a young kid, dreaming of rari’s and rovers\nNow all I gotta do is call the plug, for the rari’s and rovers\nStarted off in a 54 plate (yeah yeah)\nNow I drip in the coldest Balmain (yeah yeah)\nAnd these bitches they wanna foreplay (yeah yeah)\nBut I can’t do anything without the dough\nAnd I put my hands up like i’m innocent but\nI drive a white coupe like it’s heaven sent\nStarted off in a 54 plate (yeah yeah)\nNow I drip in the coldest Balmain (yeah yeah)\n(Ay ya ya)\n(Jay Silva)