Lyrics:
through so much money that I need three hands to count it
I woke up in a Bugatti, and parked it by my Ferrari
Took my Rolex and chopped it and stuffed it
you?
Hating on the boy you think I really give a?
Stacking my paper so I get richer
Need a milli in my name like my name Richard
They wanna frame me
Pum-pumbaa are you nuts?
Please don't tell me you got my back
I wanna see when it really count
I wanna see if you really was with it
Or if you
on me in the dark inside my Wraith
Got a plain Patek Phillipe and a plain Richard Mille (yeah)
Can't explain this shit I see (explain)
Switchin'
love my concerts
In love with this life
This the price of an artist
She ain't want me before
Now she all in my comments
She all in my DMs I
Dubbed
count
Count
Count the Same
But Know We don't count
Count
Count
In distance
Yah yae yah ae
Tell me tell me you trust me (You just say lies)
I just trust
back, I won't hold you up
I can't fit all my pain in this styro' cup
Always talk to myself 'cause it's only us
Always deep in my mind, don't know who
the lottery
Diamonds on liquid my body is watery Hustling properly
It took a lot of me shooting for keeps and I'm aiming at arteries
Like I'm in archery this is
me eh
I dey count my blessings
[Blessings]
I dey name them one by one
Two plus three,plus four, plus five
Plus six, plus seven, plus eight
This na
not talkin' bout 21
I want me some Richards like more than one
I got me some pieces that's one of one
She hit me up she want a one on one
But Ian got no
on me
Boy you broke get ya weight up homie
By myself I'm jhi like lonely
But I'm just tryna' get this macaroni
I used to be the one they laugh at
Now they
thing on me, yeah, yeah
Dreads on me like Beijing, yeah, yeah
After this, right back to him, like an accident
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Came in a car, you
I count it irrationally
Rock Louis ties (yeah)
'Cause I got court this week (yeah)
Look in my eyes (yeah)
I count my bread and leave
Yeah, yeah
you're loving me or him
The clock ticks by
I think I care
See the rain on my window
Disassociating in my rearview
Lock me up in pieces, oh I wish I
I'm doing
Tell me What's the meaning
Tell me tho
Tell me who the backbone
of the cities growth
All the routes I'm makings
All this paper never breaking
[Cut in Voice]
People always asking me, man how do you make a hit record, well here's what I do
[Abdominal]
Pulling the king and the seven
out the department, goin' to galaxy
I'm prayin' to find a plug to bring me Actavis
Bought a crib in every city, I forget my address
I been hustlin'
was in it)
I bubble like 7UP (Bubble on niggas)
You should've stayed on this side (Hey)
We gettin' paid on this side (Hey)
Marble the crib everywhere
out.
I refuse to loose, make sure you take that to account. I got that bounce.
Girl Make It Count.
Bring it to me, make it’s in large amounts.
By now
want some Runtz (some Runtz)
454 on the freeway, feel like my C-Day, I got me two sluts (two sluts)
I put some ice in the Patek, new Richard Millie,
down for slimes
Down with my slimes I'm gripping the nines
Richard mill on me I need me the the ice
You couldn't know less you living this life
Hustlin'
and
I'm a black grenade that'll blow up in your face
With a fifth in me, when I guzzle Remy I do shit on purpose
You never hear me say, "Forgive me"
I
from my corner
I drown niggas in hundred degree saunas
You can act a fool if ya wanna (biatch)
It's this lyrical piranha
Strapped wit a grenade, in
murder, and got locked up in jail,
And had to hang until your life was done,
I wouldn't call it murder for inspection not a rope
I'll be by your side
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