Lyrics:
the times I started from a couple of grams
Thinking bout the times I turned a couple grand to a hundred grand
Ain't that bout a bitch
Damn Mack Jay you pop yo
night
Need to benefit my living, get solar system in ceiling
Couple million on a whip that I don't drive
Dio! I could never let you live cause you embody
I know it’s a lot,
Couple L’s won’t do it (Hm), I need M’s to stop (Stop)
Get ready for tables to turn when I pop, I know it’s
Yes, I know it’s
be creepin' up
The air suddenly heatin' up
Only thing i'd do is drown
In sorrow if it's deep enough
A couple hours
Then I'm gettin ready
Empty handed
on a couple figures
Life is on the line, we gon' pull up on a couple triggers
Had to up the chop, so I went and made the mag bigger
Mag bigger, spammin' with
[Verse]
Crashing my whip, got me stressing out
Can't handle this shit, got me acting up
Thoughts in my mind going in and out
Couple mills of lean
Ahh
Haha
Yeah
Sunny
Whoo
I ain't been broke in a minute
I just been stacking them digits
You know how I get it
Couple of bands
Im'ma flip it
nigga ain't stunting like me
Love it ain't nothing like me
Calling all the baddies
Pull up to the club
I gotta couple racks
And I'm throwing it up
She be
and hustle na couple
Me and hustle na couple
We be couple
Me and hustle na couple
So I cover face like lagbaja,
As I run my race to avoid drama
When the money
a couple women, couple purses
a couple golden rings, a couple verses
i try my best but the storm is coming
it always does
i can feel the backslide
Me and my friends in BMW from the nineties
It coasts a thousand dollars
So what?
So what?
So what?
I think I know
What on your mind
A couple of cans
a couple months out of town
And I found my perspective is shifting around
I didn’t expect you to be
The one I'd be thinking about
Boy
Wonder what you think
fast (too fast)
Couple good drinks, Patrón with the ice (ice)
Come to my suite, baby, you could spend the night
Say you movin' too fast (too fast)
the waitress (uh)
I got a stack for security (uh)
And I got five other bitches I'ma fuck while she wearing my jewelry (uh)
And I got a couple hundred dollars
mom
At the same damn time
Gettin' hit on by a couple hoes
Two big faces on my wrist
Boy I got a couple those
I told her I love that pussy
She think we
the summer of love
A delicate daydream
And for a couple of months
It felt like we were eighteen, yeah
It was the summer of
Lo-love
Lo-love, yeah
It was
where I'm standin', there's still a jug to share
Couple bucks to spare, still got a prayer
Somewhere in America
Somewhere in America
There's rumors
ain't alone
You should know that you've got me
And I don't care what other people say
They were gonna talk anyway
So much drama in our face
A couple
will stay the night
Cory had the sour with him, Ant' fuck with 'yola
Got kicked out his moms crib, she found a couple boulders
Locked up with killers
I just skrrt, skrrt off the lot and ain't nobody co-sign it (gone)
I just did a couple drugs, now I'm sitting next to the pilot
Still might catch me
(worth)
Hoe that's a couple bricks for a purse (for a purse)
Bright idea, bitch, but that ain't what you're worth (woo)
When you winnin' man you gotta
codeine, my baddest bitch is on X pill
I want a couple million without a record deal
Got 25 thousand on me, when I've been ridin' in a Phantom
Got all
they got popped
(I lost some homies, they got popped)
Couple homies they got shot (tutututututu)
I don't count it for a man
I want that money and I
I got a couple little bitches I done bought a Patek
I'ma put a couple more in their tip
Bless her hips (oh), them bitches dip (oh-oh, yeah)
I just
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