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They counted me out now im counting tuitions I dont need a scale, a pot or a kitchen I bet I can swipe all the way to a million A short real nigga the feds description The opps is watching they know that im having My momma found out now she asking what happened She worried her son on the block with it trapping But im at the bank im just making transactions See Im breathing money a currency nitrogen Im popping tags feel good like a vitamin Niggas be hating that shid getting tiring But fuck it im winning they pockets expiring Rollies Chains shoes exotic I aint sell narcotics Hotel room hypnotic Your girl name forgot it I messed up the bank now the cash in the mattress Niggas be acting they act like a actress They pockets be empty these niggas be cappin Be all on a song talm bout wrapping a package Why You be capping And I heard ya song and I just be laughin And I know you a cap Yo rap name should be sir captain My whip paid off I dont be stressin no note And yea I just married the money And I dont be stressing no hoe And I know these niggas is mad Cuz im having cash im ready to blow JayIce the don the king whatever you call it Just know im the goat I might pull up in a whip so fast if I crash right now Its a guarantee im finna total it I was broke 2012 by 2016 started counting up More than the voting list Yea I dropped outta school and my momma still hurt But the thought of going back been ova with I was so smoove nigga made 100 transactions at the crib And my momma never noticed it I sold Jays and a nigga sold counterfeits Man the house like a lab imma scientist Blue strip rubber bands I was piling it And everyday I hit the plug I was dialing Money call phone never on silent Took off boy I feel like a pilot You can to the crib it aint private Push up nigga monday thru friday
Writer(s): Justin Scott Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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