I´m like, "Nigga, is you cool?" You don´t make enough (Frrt, phew)
I only use the money counter ´cause of paper cuts It probably take me like thirty days to make a buck I´ma drive the coupe today, lil´ brodie, take the truck Peter Piper packed a pack of pounds and he sealed ´em up I just cracked a pint of pie and I´m pourin´ up What the fuck wrong with my neck? This bitch glowin´ up Front-end, back, back, back, and I´m showin´ up
I´ll spin the front-ends, book all the back-ends, I put ´em up If you could put more paper in your pockets, they ain´t full enough Gotta drop a lil´ more in your soda, it ain´t dark enough
These lame-ass niggas gotta pour out they heart to fuck All this fuckin´ water on my neck, look like Noah´s arc or what? It sound like a lion fightin´ every time I start the truck I don´t think it´d be smart to start with us Big-ass ten milli´ on me, it´ll park a bus (Hm) Big-ass bankroll on me, I can get you touched Baby, I ain´t with the roleplay, is we finna fuck? I´m tryna run up a million dollars (A million dollars) Dropped the eight, poured a four and a Fanta, four in the Crush (Huh) I got pointers in my watch, why you get ´em crushed? (Huh) All the butter in the pot, like, what you cookin´ up? (Huh)
I´m finna hit her raw brick with a brick of cut (Huh) I can get you what you need, now tell me what you wanted This food right here go in the blender, not in the oven Made thirty two days in a row, that´s a triple double If you can get ´em to my door, I pay you for the troubles If you can get ´em to my door, I´ll pay you for the travel I been down walked out with a ticket, like a fuckin´ raffle All these motherfuckin´ bricks, I could build a castle I seen shit you thought wouldn´t happen really happen
All these niggas really jokes, I sit back and laugh at ´em You think you could do this shit like me? Take a stab at it I´ll put the switch on your ass like yo´ granddaddy Bitch, I had a quarter brick back when we was wearin´ ballies I went half on the strike, me and bro was sharin´ tallies
I´m like, "Nigga, is you cool?" You don´t make enough I only use the money counter ´cause of paper cuts It probably take me like thirty days to make a buck I´ma drive the coupe today, lil´ brodie, take the truck
Peter Piper packed a pack of pounds and he sealed ´em up I just cracked a pint of pie and I´m pourin´ up What the fuck wrong with my neck? This bitch glowin´ up Front-end, back, back, back, and I´m showin´ up (Ayy, go)
Wanna book me? You send a hundred racks, it´s goin´ up (It´s goin´ up) One-fifty in the front, another nick´ when I pull up (Yeah) Rolls truck, bad bitches jump on dick when I pull up (When I pull up) Grab her face, tell her open up, spit in her, she stuck I get vicious when I´m on that Tris, sippin´ out the cup
Drink tequila on a mission, this lil´ shit hit me, tryna fuck (Tryna fuck) Usually I be chasin´ the bag, won´t even make time for a nut I told Chicken I´m gettin´ this chicken, I count up a ticket, it give me a rush I make money in my sleep, but I be barely catchin´ Z´s Niggas trollin´ on the ´net, but never gangster when we meet (Pussy) I be solo like civilians, half a million last week Lil´ cuz want another B, I told him "Let that nigga breathe" I was broke sellin´ weed, barely did a stack a week (Uh) Now I´m playin´ with six figures every time I pack a seat
´Til my nigga Smurk free, I told ´em "Give the ´Raq to me" Put me anywhere with gangsters, bet you I adapt with ease If they got them bails for the low, I´m bringin´ back some P´s God forbid this rap shit get slow, I´m in the trap asleep Got so many tennis chains, I need a racket, please Got so many bracelets, they can´t even wrap my sleeve Got so many bracelets, they can´t even fit my sleeve (Uh) Red band on a Pristine, yeah, that´s how I´m bleedin´ Feel like Allen Iverson, my earrings bling (Bling)
Ghost my fine shit ´cause when she fiend, she a demon Every line in a nigga rhymes, I really seen it Seven-nine, that still mine and I mean it Every angle of my lifestyle, I was dreamin´ Winnin´ with my team, think you fuckin´ with us, I´m like
I´m like, "Nigga, is you cool?" You don´t make enough (Swerv) I only use the money counter ´cause of paper cuts It probably take me like thirty days to make a buck I´ma drive the coupe today, lil´ brodie, take the truck Peter Piper packed a pack of pounds and he sealed ´em up
I just cracked a pint of pie and I´m pourin´ up What the fuck wrong with my neck? This bitch glowin´ up Front-end, back, back, back, and I´m showin´ up