Lyrics:
Said
Money counter clicking
Father time was
Father time was said yea
Yea yea
The money counter clicking
Father Time was ticking
This house is not
need no doctor uh
We hitting rockets clicking drizzy's and them llamas yea
I got a bitch who love that Dolce and Gabanna uh
Lil bitch the one with Ruqion
Tell me what you thinking bout
Thinking bout the reasons, I been drinking
What you thinking bout
Thinking bout the reasons, we ain't clicking when
on my man they wont see you again
My young nigga clicking
He get to the bag
Play with YoungStar
Your toe gon have a tag
Niggas be screaming out gang
It's the sound of my heels clicking as I walk out that door
It's the sound of my heels clicking as I walk out that door
It's the last thing you'll
me cause she hating her mans
I see a opp I'ma shoot at that van (Like what)
Like I'm clicking and clicking again (Like what, like damn)
He seen
The overtime is adding up but
We know who gets paid in the end
It takes a lot of gears
To keep the old clock ticking
Still greasy
Still clicking
It takes a lot
clicking
Somebody out to get me
Got to stay on my pivot
We up this bitch, we tought this bitch, we squeezing till it's clicking
That savage life we living
the music business full of bitches
And all of y'all cycles together
I think y'all writing together picked up the mic
And it's clicking like somebody typing
I'm with it
I was 16 when I called for a mission
Clicking at niggas
And jumping through fences
I was the young nigga doing the killing
I was the young
on the throne. Got niggas callin me sire
The clicking of my heels is a song for you
It's a warning, bitch. The Mad Qveen's comin through
You treated me like
life, this ain't no dice game
Pressing with precision
Them boys on a mission
I found my purpose everything just started clicking
Pressing with precision
ghost
It wasn't clicking no more
Ain't feeling it that's what I told you
They claim that they want me to stop it
I can't I'm a real hot topic
What's
the right price
And free my brother locked up doing kite life
(Tae Dawg Bitch)
Bitch you too damn mad she can't even type right (clicking)
All my pieces
a box
We gon keep clicking we gon make it hot
Keep clicking till these niggas drop
She on my body but she moving hot
I'm with the lefties but I got
get down I'm clicking my blicky when ops is around
We gon' shake up the town You play with the gang and we laying you down
Uh, shorty gon' shake it
whipping)
It be so simple you missed it (you miss it)
So I get your energy clicking (clicking)
You do no energy lifting (ya weak)
No, you don't know energy
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Now we in the club with the gang
Looking classic
Look she get loose
With the stick yeah I'm clicking
Looking
not the same thang
You in rhythm with me like a main thang
No metronome
But something is clicking for me
Something is different I see in you
It's true,
of wulf
i get no feelings of wulf
the day we hustle but the night we're clicking
the day we hustle, day we hustle, but the night we play
the day we
the Coupe
Pull up skrr
Hop out the Coupe
I'm bout to hop out the Coupe
I'm bout to hop out the Coupe
Official like wearing a suit
They just be clicking my
Clicking away, in my little browser game
Counting my cookies, building my frame
Clicking so fast, my finger's on fire
My cookie empire, always rising
MobLa1k, MobLa1...ok
It get lit and we come on that block, just start clicking and letting off shots
I like the clip that I got on this glock, this
to squeezing
You better not let the mop stutter your block
Never stop clicking until it stop ripping
You gotta make sure that you empty the Glock
Just copped
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