You can tell I'm getting money when my hair braided up crazy You can tell I'm getting money when there's no time to be lazy You can tell I'm getting money when my skin looking amazing You can tell I'm getting money when your bitch calling me baby
I'm not in the mood for you niggas talking all crazy Not a nigga from the hood but I will switch it up easy Me and my niggas eating good, that's why you tryna be me Ain't got bars, only backwoods, that's why you won't ever make it Yeah, my stomach aching, tired of the faking I'm starving for success and want the whole world to start shaking Thankful to my brothers, never need no others All thеm backstabbing ass niggas who don't even value thеy mothers I'll be talking my shit even when I'm six feet deep I remember them shitty days, couldn't get no sleep I be rapping my ass off how you still asleep Y'all niggas be tripping off that PCP Flip a bag, get the money, talking business, ain't shit funny I'm a pharaoh, you're a mummy, no one can take my shit from me We done been gone, you're late to the party Eagle on my pants, I be rocking EdHardy Ready set go, nigga, I been ready Can't you tell when a brother gettin money
You can tell I'm getting money when my hair braided up crazy You can tell I'm getting money when there's no time to be lazy You can tell I'm getting money when my skin looking amazing You can tell I'm getting money when your bitch calling me baby You got a heart attack cause of my raps I do not millirock, only two step Set up some boundaries, won't overstep If they do overstep, that is a wrap Bringing it back, bringing it back Fuck what you saying, I'm pushing it forward Looking all flabbergast, not what you ordered I'm a young nigga that escaped the border What I be taking is what I be giving back Give me a killer beat and I'ma murder that Get off the microphone, you're just a copycat You look uncomfortable out of your habitat Ta-da-ta-ta-da-ta-ta-da-ta-ta-da-ta I don't need none of you niggas to chitty chat Flow on the beat, man, I feel like an acrobat You got my crown on, I came here to get it back Breathe in, breathe out Chill out, my nigga, let's eat out Ease in, ease out Don't mess with the flow, I'ma eat now Not a gangster My raps do be killing them, lethally though Here for the rap and I'm here for the dough When I get up there, don't call me no more A nigga like me could never be smoking on nothing I'm passing it right back If you cannot see the bigger picture I advise on getting a iPad Rewind the track, play it right back Catch what you missed, hear what I said If you ever got money, then you know the feeling Of getting the shit that you wanted You can tell I'm getting money When my hair braided up crazy You can tell I'm getting money When there's no time to be lazy You can tell I'm getting money When my skin looking amazing You can tell I'm getting money When your bitch calling me baby You can tell I'm getting money When my hair braided up crazy You can tell I'm getting money When there's no time to be lazy You can tell I'm getting money When my skin looking amazing You can tell I'm getting money When your bitch calling me baby
Song Description:
"CAN'T YOU TELL" by Katannah is a high-energy track that exudes confidence and success. The lyrics paint a vivid picture of a young artist who is clearly on the rise, with references to braided hair, flawless skin, and receiving attention from others. The verses showcase the artist's determination to succeed and stand out in the music industry, with clever wordplay and a smooth flow that keeps the listener engaged. The chorus is catchy and infectious, driving home the message of prosperity and self-assurance. Overall, "CAN'T YOU TELL" is a bold and empowering anthem that celebrates hard work, ambition, and the rewards of achieving one's goals.
Katannah - Maluju Budoucnost {Intro} Fill, nice job! {Chorus: Katannah} S chábrem malujem budoucnost Nikdy nezapomeň minulost Real friends není nikdy dost V očích oheň,
Katannah - 30/70 SPLIT Třicet-sedmdesát split, ještě mi diktovat jak budu žít Můžu na brigádu jít, vydělat stejně a nebo i víc Já seru tvůj label, řek mi že nebudu able To udělat sám, já nejsem sám Můj
Katannah - BALD I was just little nigga Running in and out the crib With my homie playing ps2 Yeah that was the shit Momma in the kitchen cooking Chicken with no seasoning As spicy as I
Katannah - Epiphany Had an epiphany, that i was my enemy Saw the shit that i was doing I knew i'd be stuck in the ruins if imma continue In being the self-centered nigga i was And hitting on
Katannah - Bring It Home I be coming up with shit that's mad inappropriate My bitch ain't rocking red, she must be anti-soviet If you think i'm handsome then so be it, i don't care Dreams of
Katannah - Psyché {Chorus} Fall in the ocean, you won't be minding the rain (Nah) Tripping 'bout bullshit, tell me now what do you gain (What) Evidently rather do me call me stupid but
Katannah - After Party {Intro} Look in my eyes, look in my eyes {Verse} Look in my eyes, you can't see the vision I do (I do) My bank bigger than Erykah Badu's
Katannah - MONEYCHASERS Hot and sweet more Benny Cristo Jsem hlavní šéf, beat je moje bistro Můj sous chef, VlaďkySyn když slyšim Tvůj type beat tak já radši spim Nehledě na to, že sračky mi posíláš
Katannah - Remedy Chvíli chill, no stress Asi na chvíli zavřu oči Na chvíli z kolotoče slez Chvíli neřeš, co se musí Zažil jsem curse i blessing Nechci počítat plusy, mínusy Ani ptát se -
Katannah - Gossip {Text skladby „Gossip“} Heard a nigga hating in the comments All this jealousy made me vomit I respect myself, I made a promise Never give in into the bullshit