[Produced by Charlie Heat]
[Verse 1]
Money counter sound like a chopper
Man ain’t no price on my neck, cause everything right here cuh
Tryna get to this check, might have to get shit through cuh
Admit that I might love these hoes, but don’t let em hold nothin'
I mean she might hold a clipper nigga, that about it
Lord knows I don’t trust her
Faded with the endings off river, balling since the motherfucking tipoff
White KK, nigga pull his own zipper
Hit the Migo cause I’m tryna make a pick up
Look so good might try to fuck a model
Feel so good might try to hit his sister
Nigga so drunk off gin and the love
Imma have a real fucking hard time thinking
She smashing her homies, I think that glass is a Rolex
That Phantom is phony, you lied
One and the only, feel how you want me
I’m rolling while rolling and smoking the pine
That clip cost more than your lethal
Don’t know her but I know that she a freak though
Fucked her once on the trunk of the dump
After that didn’t call for a week though
[Hook]
Money counter sound like a chopper [x2]
[Bridge]
I ball with the work, I feel like I’m Dirk
I pass like I’m Nash and I think that I’m Kobe
I feel like I’m Wilt, high as a stilt
Popping these pills, like a wheel I been rolling
[Verse 2]
Prescription encoded, my competition is 40
All of my blunts presidential, they voted
Drugs are essential, I’m glad that you noticed
Celly been ringing off the hook for the dough
Missed the middleman, I ain’t looking for the coke
Echo on the metro, feeling like I’m [?]
Hot boy, BG, hit it then I’m gone
Day one I’m on it, you knew from the jump
Youngins like Reebok, they stay with the pump
Evil kneevil, I’m trying to stunt
I’m driving while working and serving them ones like
[Hook]
[Bridge]
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