Sum It Up
Its some shit i gotta get off
Its some shit i gotta get off
When I
Ay
I can barely trust my dawgs
This shit ain't easy dawg
I look left then to right
I don't know who to call
At the the end of the day
They don't want me to ball
Im think I'm better by myself
like I'm randy moss
No I will never switch
Never be no fraud
Own lane smoke exotic
Really knock these broads
Come here baby
Feed me and top me off
It takes a lot to make me mad
Bitch 'ima boss
Its surprising what you learn
When you the one sittin back
The quietest in the room
You could say I'm like that
I paid attention
So i get it right back
And I can tell that you mad
You don't like that
Ay
But it's good I see a bigger picture
I'm tryna be on my way
By next September
Run the bands cash quick
Thats in November
Cash out all my loved ones
All thru December
I can barely trust my dawgs
This shit ain't easy dawg
I look left then to right
I don't know who to call
At the the end of the day
They don't want me to ball
Im think I'm better by myself
like I'm randy moss
No I will never switch
Never be no fraud
Own lane smoke exotic
Really knock these broads
Come here baby
Feed me and top me off
It takes a lot to make me mad
Bitch 'ima boss
Don't nobody know the things I been thru
And so much shit that I've seen
Thats heaven sent too
I done questioned some things
That i got into
I overcame
Progressed
Now I'm lookin wit a clear view
I wouldn't live it differently
Gettin cash quick
Dawg this shit like instantly
Run a 20 up
Spend it quick
Thats history
Im jus in my bag
How I do it
Mystery
Its no need to lag
Ain't the shit so clear to see
I got up off my ass
Went and got it
Now I feast
And 'na I aint selfish bra
You can have a piece
I remember growing up
Splitting everything at least
That's one of the 'thangs
That done turned me to a beast
Backup with the fake love
I need mine genuinely
Fucking with me
Some like a delicacy
Im in love with how she move
So street and elegantly
Come here right fast
Lil baby count it up
100's 50's 10's 20s
Gotta stack it up
Ya I mind my business
No I don't give a fuck
Im jus 'chillin in lane
And I'm tryna run it up
Run it up
You see I run it up
Count all the dough
Lil baby
Could you sum it up
I know you 'lovin how I dance
When I fuck it up
Head down to the bands
Just to sum it up
Just to sum it up
Just to sum it up
Just to sum it up
Head down to the bands
Just to sum it up
Its some shit i gotta get off
When I
Ay
I can barely trust my dawgs
This shit ain't easy dawg
I look left then to right
I don't know who to call
At the the end of the day
They don't want me to ball
Im think I'm better by myself
like I'm randy moss
No I will never switch
Never be no fraud
Own lane smoke exotic
Really knock these broads
Come here baby
Feed me and top me off
It takes a lot to make me mad
Bitch 'ima boss
Its surprising what you learn
When you the one sittin back
The quietest in the room
You could say I'm like that
I paid attention
So i get it right back
And I can tell that you mad
You don't like that
Ay
But it's good I see a bigger picture
I'm tryna be on my way
By next September
Run the bands cash quick
Thats in November
Cash out all my loved ones
All thru December
I can barely trust my dawgs
This shit ain't easy dawg
I look left then to right
I don't know who to call
At the the end of the day
They don't want me to ball
Im think I'm better by myself
like I'm randy moss
No I will never switch
Never be no fraud
Own lane smoke exotic
Really knock these broads
Come here baby
Feed me and top me off
It takes a lot to make me mad
Bitch 'ima boss
Don't nobody know the things I been thru
And so much shit that I've seen
Thats heaven sent too
I done questioned some things
That i got into
I overcame
Progressed
Now I'm lookin wit a clear view
I wouldn't live it differently
Gettin cash quick
Dawg this shit like instantly
Run a 20 up
Spend it quick
Thats history
Im jus in my bag
How I do it
Mystery
Its no need to lag
Ain't the shit so clear to see
I got up off my ass
Went and got it
Now I feast
And 'na I aint selfish bra
You can have a piece
I remember growing up
Splitting everything at least
That's one of the 'thangs
That done turned me to a beast
Backup with the fake love
I need mine genuinely
Fucking with me
Some like a delicacy
Im in love with how she move
So street and elegantly
Come here right fast
Lil baby count it up
100's 50's 10's 20s
Gotta stack it up
Ya I mind my business
No I don't give a fuck
Im jus 'chillin in lane
And I'm tryna run it up
Run it up
You see I run it up
Count all the dough
Lil baby
Could you sum it up
I know you 'lovin how I dance
When I fuck it up
Head down to the bands
Just to sum it up
Just to sum it up
Just to sum it up
Just to sum it up
Head down to the bands
Just to sum it up
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Writer(s): Nikolas Dorsett
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