Belly – Dust Lyrics



[Verse 1: French Montana]
[?] jetski’s puerto rico waters
Cash for foregins
Call me Aston Martin Lawrence
Florence, the machine hunnit round machine of Florance
In the hood robbin, robbing hood feed the homeless
[?]
[?]
Rip the top off my wrist [?] left hook
Hurricane Chris left hook, Westbrooke
Diamond chains how you looking like stinky fingers
I be [?] with the technique
My V103 like bread street
Thats straight cash, me and Belly with [?]
40 sound like a plane crash

[Chorus: Belly]
I can’t get away
Money keep on falling (falling)
Every time I try to leave it alone
I swear it keep on calling (calling)
I can’t get away
Keep on falling (falling)
Every time I try to leave it alone
I swear it keep on calling (calling)

[Verse 2: Belly]
I’ve been reala
My pen illa’ (aye)
You softer than Ben Stiller and a chinchilla (yeah)
[?] who got the keys to my beamer
The [?] (aye)
Fuck the clout we define the culture
So they keep us in the vault just to sign the vultures (yeah)
Designer holsters, ferragamo loafers
Ove time, still balling thought my time was over (look)
Look, up north I’m the [?] and the duck sauce (woo)
Tryna shake the paranoia from the drugs off (yeah)
No love lost, but you know that love costs
You made me go and get my heart knock the dust off
Dust, dust off
Dust, dust off
[?], dust off
Shake the motherfucking dust off

[Chorus: Belly]
I can’t get away
Money keep on falling (falling)
Every time I try to leave it alone , I swear it keep on calling (calling)
I can’t get away
Keep on falling (falling)
Every time I try to leave it alone , I swear it keep on calling (calling)

[Outro: Belly]
Keep on calling, keep on calling, keep on calling, keep on calling
Keep on calling, keep on calling, keep on calling calling
Dust, dust, dust, dust off
Dust, dust, dust, dust off



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