MP3 DOWNLOAD: ElCamino – 80 Bills [+ Lyrics] | CeeNaija

Enjoy the soulful sounds of talented musician and renowned global vocalist “ElCamino“. It’s a song titled “80 Bills” featuring Black Soprano Family & Benny the Butcher. This classic song, accompanied by a stunning music video, is sure to captivate and enchant listeners of all ages. Don’t miss out on this beautiful musical experience!

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Lyrics: 80 Bills by ElCamino

Ayo Camino, we don’t do no carry-ons
Soon as we land, we gonna hit Rick
I need a bitch, I need an ounce of weed, I need something to drive

I know these niggas want to sound like the gang
But that won’t happen, they money too slow
We the Sopranos, bitch, the mob
You know the record 100-0
Pull up to eat, but she in a rush
She ready to fuck, we order to go
Told her, “Don’t get ahead of yourself”
Nah, these niggas not petty, they broke
I put the hood on, then my bitch
I put this shit on just for the pics
I’m in the trenches in all this drip
I’m feeling lucky, I might throw trips
Your favorite rapper ain’t nothing like me
I stand on that, and it ain’t a diss
Get off the stage, and open a brick
The money coming too fast to quit, yeah

I spent eighty bills at the lot, and I got a crazy deal
Got some out of town niggas I could send like the Navy Seals
Got some Buffalo niggas I could move the whole package with
And some legal businesses that a nigga pay taxes with

(Butch) I paint you white and she Burgundy, huh
I know these niggas want to murder me, huh
She got that ass, she just need a snack
You know I’ma send her to surgery, huh
Fraud niggas doing perjury, huh
Damn, I think you niggas scared of me, huh
I keep it on me that’s for certainly, huh
She want to suck it for courtesy, huh

Niggas be ducking they murder beef, huh
I handle my business sturdily, huh
Little nigga do you dirtily
EMS try to get you there urgently, huh
I’m known for getting it off, huh
All the G’s, they referring me, huh
You know I put that shit on, huh
All the bitches, they preferring me

You know at that time of the month, I told that bitch, “I’ll Donald your Trump”
I get to throwing money all over the building, go buy you whatever you want
Listen to me, a shooter, a man of his own, you slide on whatever you want
I told my youngin’, “Ain’t nothing to book you a flight, boy, you flying wherever you want”
I told my demon to take him a break, too many niggas was dying at once
Too many niggas was turning the pack, soon as I look up, we done ran out of blunts
Them niggas, they must have ran out of straps, don’t let me find out I’m beefing with bums
These niggas food, chew them for lunch, take you to school, you know you my son

I spent eighty bills at the lot, and I got a crazy deal
Got some out of town niggas I could send like the Navy Seals
Got some Buffalo niggas I could move the whole package with
And some legal businesses that a nigga pay taxes with

I spent eighty bills at the lot, and I got a crazy deal
Got some out of town niggas I could send like the Navy Seals
Got some Buffalo niggas I could move the whole package with
And some legal businesses that a nigga pay taxes with