[Intro]
Lost so many, nigga, I ain't got no tears
In this shit forever, I ain't got no fears
All gas, bitch, I ain't got no gears (Thank you, Fable, I appreciate you)
[Verse 1]
Bought my bitch a 36, I ball like Rasheed (Shit)
Swimmin' in that money, come and find me (Drippin')
I walked in with forty racks on me, no ID
Shit, they said that pussy good and I'm tryna see (hah)
Palm trees in Palm Beach, I ain't tryna leave
My time freeze, Givenchy, fuckin' a dime piece (Yeah)
I'm dead fresh, fuck around and leave a crime scene
They made him a state property just for buyin' beans
I'm in the Fontainebleau, plus I'm countin' blues
I left a dub inside of Louis, what you tryna do?
If you ain't gon' buy the Louis belt, nigga, don't buy the shoes (Don't get it)
My bitch fuckin' all my hoes, so we got into it
Sixty racks just on the cross, nigga, hallelujah (That ain't shit)
I really think the diamonds Voss or it's Aquafina
Put a tsunami on a card, they call that bitch Katrina
Come and fuck your state up and leave this shit to FEMA
[Chorus]
The money counter broke, shit, I feel it myself
The hook want me to talk, say I'm killin' myself (Stop it)
Fell off a couple times, now I'm buildin' my wealth
They call me Screech in the streets, I was saved by a bale
Leave me in a room with all them hoes, I'll hit eight out of twelve
Can hit the road with my bag if you straight and got L
'Cause I'll show my gang the way, but I ain't leavin' no trail
'Cause I'll blow your bang away, and I ain't leavin' no shells, easy money
Lost so many, nigga, I ain't got no tears
In this shit forever, I ain't got no fears
All gas, bitch, I ain't got no gears (Thank you, Fable, I appreciate you)
[Verse 1]
Bought my bitch a 36, I ball like Rasheed (Shit)
Swimmin' in that money, come and find me (Drippin')
I walked in with forty racks on me, no ID
Shit, they said that pussy good and I'm tryna see (hah)
Palm trees in Palm Beach, I ain't tryna leave
My time freeze, Givenchy, fuckin' a dime piece (Yeah)
I'm dead fresh, fuck around and leave a crime scene
They made him a state property just for buyin' beans
I'm in the Fontainebleau, plus I'm countin' blues
I left a dub inside of Louis, what you tryna do?
If you ain't gon' buy the Louis belt, nigga, don't buy the shoes (Don't get it)
My bitch fuckin' all my hoes, so we got into it
Sixty racks just on the cross, nigga, hallelujah (That ain't shit)
I really think the diamonds Voss or it's Aquafina
Put a tsunami on a card, they call that bitch Katrina
Come and fuck your state up and leave this shit to FEMA
[Chorus]
The money counter broke, shit, I feel it myself
The hook want me to talk, say I'm killin' myself (Stop it)
Fell off a couple times, now I'm buildin' my wealth
They call me Screech in the streets, I was saved by a bale
Leave me in a room with all them hoes, I'll hit eight out of twelve
Can hit the road with my bag if you straight and got L
'Cause I'll show my gang the way, but I ain't leavin' no trail
'Cause I'll blow your bang away, and I ain't leavin' no shells, easy money
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