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Still countin' money Fuck else I'm 'posed to be doin'? (Uh) Louis, my bag in the foreign, I speed through the city, then quickly get back in the truck (Skrrt) Better not ask for a quarter, I got this shit right out the mud, now I'm addin' it up I'll be right back in the mornin', now Maybachs get backed on the corner, from havin' it rough Niggas be out of they mind, they thought that that bitch was a dime, she actually a duck (Joyner, Joyner) I used to sell a lil' work just to get make enough bread when the bills was tallyin' up I made them millions from music, now I'm at the point where I miss not having enough I value loyalty over the money, if nigga a rat, we ain't patchin' it up Don't give a fuck if it's 500K, if the feature is whack, then I'm passin' it up Straight to the M's and I'm laughin' it up, if that pussy a ten, I ain't strappin' it up I like me a nerd, but I want me a freak, and if she ain't a freak, she ain't ratchet enough She throw it back, but I'm slappin' it up, my name on her ass, she tatted it up The 9 on my hip, if a nigga wan' trip, hope that doctor be quick when he patchin' him up (Brr, ah) Somebody take the wheel, that Henny got me on a crazy spill (Woah) I feel like I wanna go chase a thrill, but really, I'd rather go chase these mills (Boom, boom) Since I was a kid, I been raisin' hell (Boom), I really just should've straight to jail (Boom) For poppin' my shit, but it ain't no pills, you know how I get when I break the seal (For real) I was tryna get it out a hallway, make a lil' flip, turn bands into broadway, uh I don't take breaks on a hard day, money don't sleep, so I'm on on my off day, woah Not enough wins on the parlay, took a lot of L's, but I learned it the hard way Runnin' red lights, give a fuck about a law, this a one-way street and I'm goin' down the wrong way, uh I was goin' down the wrong way, pedal to the floor, I'll teach you how to road rage Hit up my connect, tell him fuck with me the long way Letras de cancionesBig underdog, turn crimes into gourmet (Grr-ah) Made in my sleep what you made in a hard day Five star dinners, I ain't eatin' at a parfait (Boom, boom, boom) Rolls-Royce Phantom, Joyner Lucas on CarPlay Stars in the ceiling, more lights than an arcade (Boom, boom, boom) I been on my shit and niggas sick of the nonsense I live with shit to make 'em say I'm sick in my conscience (Brr, ah) The bigger a nigga get, a nigga big as a block is My middle finger stick up when I'm flippin' imposters (Brr, ah) I keep a lock on shit like I been livin' with locksmiths You ever plot on me, then you'll be seein' the plot twist (Brr, ah) I don't believe in niggas, I believe in the process I kill a nigga beat, I live his shit in the hospice, for real (Brr, ah) Turn up the stove, I'm cooking and eatin' I'm grindin' all week, don't care where I'm sleepin' (Joyner, Joyner) I hate bein' broke, this shit got me schemin' (Ayy) If you owe me money, somebody goin' squeezin' (Brr, ah) I'm flippin' the script, don't care if they peepin' (Ayy) I came from the bricks, my parents was cheatin' (Yuh) I stay in the field, don't play in the bleachers I work on the scale, I'm slangin' to teachers (Brr, brr) Don't care 'bout no hate, just need me some bitches (Woah, ayy) Just send in your tape, come get an audition (Ayy, ayy) I nut in her face, now look how she glisten (Ayy) I'm deep in her lake, she thought I was fishin' (Yeah) These bitches be cuffin', I broke out of prison My base in the oven, I'm fresh out the kitchen (Woo) I bust down an onion, my niggas gon' flip it I made me a cut (Joyner), but I'm still on a mission (Mission) Louis, my bag in the foreign, I speed through the city, then quickly get back in the truck (Skrrt) Better not ask for a quarter, I got this shit right out the mud, now I'm addin' it up I'll be right back in the mornin', now Maybachs get backed on the corner, from havin' it rough Niggas be out of they mind, they thought that that bitch was a dime, she actually a duck So glad that I got out of prison and that ain't no place to be bitchin', they stabbin' you up (They are) Jumped out the truck with the baddest of bitches, I came through the trenches right after the club (Skrrt) I was that nigga that went and go got it, don't care about no mileage, we back in the truck (Don't care) Rollies and Pateks, they mad as a fuck, this is not love, bitch, you actin' off lust I was so destined to just be that nigga since Rosa ain't go sit in back of that bus Look at my style and just copy me, never acknowledge me, now they be actin' like us (Like us) Goodfellas, baby, you know how we movin', the pistol, the shovel in back of the truck (Right there) Went out of town, I'll be back in a month, fuckin' her face 'til her lashes is done (Uh) I been an outcast like André, meet me at the Garden and we do it at the Barclay (Brooklyn) AMG, on my phone for the CarPlay, smokin' on the butter in the spot, we got Parkay (Butter) Couple dollars on your top, I got niggas that'll pull up on your block and they won't leave all day (All day) OG's that'll do it to you, they don't listen to them drill, only puttin' on the Sade (Ah) They tellin' me they ill, but these niggas is not sick (Not) Dropped out a drop six, we in a top pick Still be in the trap, you ain't gotta remind shit (Trap) I'm low, but them Cartiers cover my eyelids The Patek all ice, I don't hear when the time tick (All ice) It gotta be the best, only shit that my mom get Put me to the test, now they watchin' my mind flip Say it with your chest, bro, don't turn to a hostage (Don't do it) I come from the trenches, I grew up with [?] Dusty, my mama with dresses on [least?] (Mama) Product so broke, got 'em talkin' to Jesus But the price on the pie, I ain't talkin' no pizza (Nah) Foreigns around me, they all from Ibiza I earned all my stripes, I ain't talkin' Adidas I think I'm LeBron when I'm walkin' through Cleveland Pablo and Joyner, the conference Eastern (Eastern) Louis, my bag in the foreign, I speed through the city, then quickly get back in the truck (Skrrt) Better not ask for a quarter, I got this shit right out the mud, now I'm addin' it up (All up) I'll be right back in the mornin', now Maybachs get backed on the corner, from havin' it rough Niggas be out of they mind, they thought that that bitch was a dime, she actually a— From Letras Mania