Walk-up at Saks and spent eighty grand It won't be the opposite Broke ass nigga start to diss, he a fan Tell the young nigga just stop And I been getting money since I learned that I can Tell em one up who held me down with cosmetics I be switching up the mode on the ride setting Holding on to my pole on my side bae
Different type of flex I don't need more cars (slime) Red, green flag, he a gang member (mine) That's my bruh, and ima paint with him Hit a fuck nigga up, keep a stain with him You ain't finna score shit, shouldn't havе came with him Post up with the sticks more gang swishеrs Snake bitch, kill them all, they some lane switchers My clique send them all at your main niggas Top of the business I got more points then a bean bag Tighten your arm up before you shoot it lose kickback Layin on my gravedigger chain where it hit at Scary ass nigga, got no aim, how you miss that Murder through any hood, same whip, big hat X shit, my little nigga suwoop bang cartel Right shit, talking to the killers up in Glendale You ain't got to check shit long as the scent well
Count a million cash got the time going slow Drugs keep a nigga calm from the shit I've seen Riding in a wraith out through the night Tell the detective I upgraded my necklace I'm keeping it clean
Shorty want me, her ex fuck with my ex First first time, had to tell the queen, stop that Boss up, cause I'm knowing that you bout that Can't let a nigga think you an outlet It ain't nothing you can't get, you a breadwinner Took the heart off of Kay left the head with her Standing on stage, in the back got the dead withcha Already got my nigga just stalking, he a deadsitter
Before I departed away from my soul Told my lil son (told to my son?) to stay with em He keep chasin this bitch and get hit with the stick Make sure that they lay in the grave with him
Came through, shots out coupe, home run, top babe ruth Keep your cool Standing on business, don't break no rules Never for a penny I ain't buying that cash, I get it rented I be on they ass, til they buried in the city I popped that boy, mad I ain't finish You don't deserve for to live pussy bitch you ain't billy
Count a million cash got the time going slow Drugs keep a nigga calm from the shit I've seen Riding in a wraith out through the night Tell the detective I upgraded my necklace I'm keeping it clean
Shorty want me, her ex fuck with my ex First first time, had to tell the queen, stop that Boss up, cause i'm knowing that you bout that Can't let a nigga think you an outlet It ain't nothing you can't get, you a breadwinner Took the heart off of Kay left the head with her Standing on stage, in the back got the dead withcha Already got my nigga just stalking, he a deadsitter
(Count a million cash, got the time going slow) (OO)
Compositores: Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden (Youngboy Never Broke Again), Josh Goldenberg, Max Adam Lord (Max Lord) ECAD: Obra #30480687