Dracula
Giving my all that's on everything come from a whole different pedigree
Francis ford coppola god father trilogy coconut fall off of every tree
Boca sun everyday focusing suddenly finding a better me i'm into something big
Bitches is broke like bo jacksons femur and they hit snow like an aspen skier
This is my dough like i'm ebenezer spent your bankroll on designer t-shirts
I've been around since a beeper i'm from the town where it's cheaper
Fuck all these clowns it's a circus plug with a pound place a purchase
I got some secret compartments where i be putting the work in
I got some secret apartments where i be pussy submerging
Better looking in person every second third thursday
Chef cooking them birds up sauce got them thirsty
And my talk ain't really slurry because i ain't popping them perci's
I just stay popping them bottles getting top in a mercedes
Billionaire shit capital capital capital cash i can't bag it up
Count it up count it up like i was dracula
Trap with a spatula don't play pool but i rack it up
Count it up count it up count it up like i was dracula
Just killed the mall where's the yellow tape
At the titty bar later on wet floors wet paint
Stock trades block chain i'm on that crypto that octane
Author like i'm mark twain add me to your top ten
Probably top five on a long list my songs mixed by God's hands
Made my point like a pot plant contact from strong gas
Strong mash from a warm flask players champ sawgrass
Mug shots tiger woods signing contracts in a golf hat
Took off fast like a hall pass she all ass made her jaw flex
Might fall fast for strong sex give me hot mouth in your hot pants
No comcast no videos no snapchat no podcast
My privacy is paramount no pillow talk don't talk back
If you talk that better walk that i walk tall keep a glock strapped
100k car stock rims no valet where i'm parked at
Billionaire shit capital capital capital cash i can't bag it up
Count it up count it up like i was dracula
Trap with a spatula don't play pool but i rack it up
Count it up count it up count it up like i was dracula
Count that how many times i went down but i bounced back
Or how i left the town and brought some pounds back
They can't turn me down i'm like loud pack
Money in accounts better count that
Francis ford coppola god father trilogy coconut fall off of every tree
Boca sun everyday focusing suddenly finding a better me i'm into something big
Bitches is broke like bo jacksons femur and they hit snow like an aspen skier
This is my dough like i'm ebenezer spent your bankroll on designer t-shirts
I've been around since a beeper i'm from the town where it's cheaper
Fuck all these clowns it's a circus plug with a pound place a purchase
I got some secret compartments where i be putting the work in
I got some secret apartments where i be pussy submerging
Better looking in person every second third thursday
Chef cooking them birds up sauce got them thirsty
And my talk ain't really slurry because i ain't popping them perci's
I just stay popping them bottles getting top in a mercedes
Billionaire shit capital capital capital cash i can't bag it up
Count it up count it up like i was dracula
Trap with a spatula don't play pool but i rack it up
Count it up count it up count it up like i was dracula
Just killed the mall where's the yellow tape
At the titty bar later on wet floors wet paint
Stock trades block chain i'm on that crypto that octane
Author like i'm mark twain add me to your top ten
Probably top five on a long list my songs mixed by God's hands
Made my point like a pot plant contact from strong gas
Strong mash from a warm flask players champ sawgrass
Mug shots tiger woods signing contracts in a golf hat
Took off fast like a hall pass she all ass made her jaw flex
Might fall fast for strong sex give me hot mouth in your hot pants
No comcast no videos no snapchat no podcast
My privacy is paramount no pillow talk don't talk back
If you talk that better walk that i walk tall keep a glock strapped
100k car stock rims no valet where i'm parked at
Billionaire shit capital capital capital cash i can't bag it up
Count it up count it up like i was dracula
Trap with a spatula don't play pool but i rack it up
Count it up count it up count it up like i was dracula
Count that how many times i went down but i bounced back
Or how i left the town and brought some pounds back
They can't turn me down i'm like loud pack
Money in accounts better count that
Credits
Writer(s): Anthony Masters
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