[00:00.000] 作词 : Bobby Sandimanie/Evan Marshall Moitoso/Jalan Lowe
[00:00.308] 作曲 : Bobby Sandimanie/Evan Marshall Moitoso/Jalan Lowe
[00:00.617][Intro]
[00:20.356]Black America
[00:23.014]Black America, Black America, Black America, huh
[00:27.379]Black America, money
[00:29.792]Black America, what?
[00:30.269]
[00:30.629][Chorus]
[00:34.639]Hooded up, everything black, fine shit sittin' in the Wagon
[00:38.965]Jumpin' out, all black flat, leather pants, racks got 'em saggin'
[00:43.141]Fully loaded extended mag, nigga tryin' already to blast it
[00:47.507]I love my FN and love my bitch, and both of them plastic
[00:48.136][Verse]
[00:51.871]I got a cup filled up with mud, I got your ho tryna wrestle in the mud
[00:56.063]I got shit I had to get it out and done, I hit the blanket, then I make the money twerk
[01:00.374]I got Alyx, drippin' out my shirt, mink coat got a bitch on [?]
[01:04.859]Her pussy pink, it's drippin' out her skirt, she tryna eat me, but I make her nigga swerve
[01:09.293]Ice cream, no dessert, I'm [?] seen it first
[01:13.316][?] might sting, might hurt, but I got a flight, gotta leave for the work
[01:17.643]But I got pots, turn me to a [?] yeah, my cleats on the ground, count green, no turf
[01:22.045]That ho want some diamonds, gotta eat me first, this ho extra fine, know I need me her
[01:26.380]Steppin' outside, gotta keep my fye, havin' paper [?] by day, by night
[01:30.724]Sorry, I ain't got time, I can't make you mine, three hoes in line and they all dimes
[01:35.109]Niggas hatin', oh nah, can't bite my shine, I got bands, bands on my mind
[01:39.562]I got cash, cash on my mind, I got cash, cash on my mind
[01:43.915]She got cash, cash on her mind, she got cash, cash on her mind
[01:48.380]She got black, black on her mind, we got black, black on our minds
[01:52.897]I'm on bad time, I made her a ten, she used to be a nine, yeah, yeah
[01:58.038]I'm with my slime, beam by my side, beam [?]
[01:58.718]
[01:59.221][Bridge]
[02:03.747]Ah, Black America
[02:07.788]Black America, Black America, money
[02:12.181]Black America, money
[02:14.255]Black America, what?
[02:16.458]Black America
[02:16.853]
[02:17.015][Chorus]
[02:19.313]Hooded up, everything black, fine shit sittin' in the Wagon
[02:23.691]Jumpin' out, all black flat, leather pants, racks got 'em saggin'
[02:27.873]Fully loaded extended mag, nigga tryin' already to blast it
[02:32.213]I love my FN and love my bitch, and both of them plastic
[02:33.018]
[02:33.213][Outro]
[02:39.924]Black America
[02:42.534]Black America, money
[02:44.594]Black America, what?
[02:46.924]Black America

作词 : Bobby Sandimanie/Evan Marshall Moitoso/Jalan Lowe
作曲 : Bobby Sandimanie/Evan Marshall Moitoso/Jalan Lowe
Black America
Black America, Black America, Black America, huh
Black America, money
Black America, what?

Hooded up, everything black, fine shit sittin' in the Wagon
Jumpin' out, all black flat, leather pants, racks got 'em saggin'
Fully loaded extended mag, nigga tryin' already to blast it
I love my FN and love my bitch, and both of them plastic
I got a cup filled up with mud, I got your ho tryna wrestle in the mud
I got shit I had to get it out and done, I hit the blanket, then I make the money twerk
I got Alyx, drippin' out my shirt, mink coat got a bitch on
Her pussy pink, it's drippin' out her skirt, she tryna eat me, but I make her nigga swerve
Ice cream, no dessert, I'm seen it first
might sting, might hurt, but I got a flight, gotta leave for the work
But I got pots, turn me to a yeah, my cleats on the ground, count green, no turf
That ho want some diamonds, gotta eat me first, this ho extra fine, know I need me her
Steppin' outside, gotta keep my fye, havin' paper by day, by night
Sorry, I ain't got time, I can't make you mine, three hoes in line and they all dimes
Niggas hatin', oh nah, can't bite my shine, I got bands, bands on my mind
I got cash, cash on my mind, I got cash, cash on my mind
She got cash, cash on her mind, she got cash, cash on her mind
She got black, black on her mind, we got black, black on our minds
I'm on bad time, I made her a ten, she used to be a nine, yeah, yeah
I'm with my slime, beam by my side, beam

Ah, Black America
Black America, Black America, money
Black America, money
Black America, what?
Black America

Hooded up, everything black, fine shit sittin' in the Wagon
Jumpin' out, all black flat, leather pants, racks got 'em saggin'
Fully loaded extended mag, nigga tryin' already to blast it
I love my FN and love my bitch, and both of them plastic

Black America
Black America, money
Black America, what?
Black America