Luh da Sound 10KDunkin

[Intro]
(I really like to use cash)

[Chorus]
Uh, uh, uh, uh
10 on my face but these jeans Number (N)ine
Three chains on my neck and all them bitches shinin'
Glock under the seat, it leave a nigga flyin'
I remember way back then I ain't had it
Now I just count it up 'cause I'm havin' it
I'm the young nigga wit' racks in the rubberband
I ball wit' the bands, throw racks wit' the underhand
My niggas kick doors, probably make Jackie Chan proud
My head all fucked up 'cause I been smokin' on loud
Yung Joc, nigga, it can go down
I got that fire on me right now
I'm hoppin' out big bodies out of town
Money counter go, "Beep", man, I love the sound

[Verse]
Man, I love the sound
And I'm in the coupe smokin' gas wit' the windows down
I can't trust a hoe 'cause I know that they get around
Shot up a fuck nigga, told him, "Get down"
Now I'm in the foreign wit' the bands on me
Gotta floor that, nigga, what I have on me
Know his credit card 'cause I got the I.D. 
I ain't trying to talk, I ain't trying to speak
Don't this nigga know this chopper on me?
It's in my pocket so I'm saggin' my jeans
Finesse a nigga, now Chanel on my feet
I'm in the two-seater flexin' wit' two hoes
These niggas softer than a picked-out afro
Got water on my neck and I can't do a backstroke
I fucked a rich hoe but I'm lendin' her back, bro