Infinity
Nothing is given boy you is gone get it
If you want it non stop
I told all my niggas good bye and good riddance cause they wanted handouts
Give me three months Im'a make a million and cash out
I'm counting these digits from hell to infinity I took the cash route
(Static tell me why you'll never stop)
I gotta count it up for my bro
I Counted the racks and I counted a check
I Counted the racks and I counted a check
I Counted the racks and I counted a check
I counted the racks and I counted a check
I Counted some racks and I counted a check
I counted some racks and I ran up my check
Back in 9th grade a lil nigga didn't want his one
I made the lil nigga run with the shenninagan
Shawty got good pussy taste like some honey comb
I get your tummy real tucked with the tommy tummy tuck
And I get it sent right back to your mommy house
Don't believe in no marriage don't want no spouse
Run with that sack like a kangaroo
Talking shit that's what a hater do
If it was you I would've hated to
If I was you I woulda hated to
Hop in that foreign and wave at you
Fucking these bitches like players do
Siting back and reload I let that bitch go and I let it just spray at you
You talk too much shit what you saying dude
I can not hear you these diamonds are bussins
Big patek no time for no fussing
It's automatic this choppa from Russia
Young static pull up get to bussing
It's tragic he died from concussion
Like magic my young niggas touch ya
I'm deep in her guts and she gushing
She saying she love me she don't
Yea I know that know she lying she thinking of that Birkin that I know that she want
This hoe here must think im a simp
I'm finna nut in her mouth then kick her out like get the fuck out the crib Bitch!
Just come see how we live
2020 this my year
Nothing is given boy you is gone get it
if you want it non stop
I told all my niggas good bye and good riddance cause they wanted handouts
Give me three months ima make a million and cash out
I'm counting these digits from hell to infinity I took the cash route
I gotta count it up for my bro I
Counted the racks and I counted a check
I Counted the racks and I counted a check
I Counted the racks and I counted a check
I counted the racks and I counted a check
I Counted some racks and I counted a check
I counted some racks and I ran up my check
If you want it non stop
I told all my niggas good bye and good riddance cause they wanted handouts
Give me three months Im'a make a million and cash out
I'm counting these digits from hell to infinity I took the cash route
(Static tell me why you'll never stop)
I gotta count it up for my bro
I Counted the racks and I counted a check
I Counted the racks and I counted a check
I Counted the racks and I counted a check
I counted the racks and I counted a check
I Counted some racks and I counted a check
I counted some racks and I ran up my check
Back in 9th grade a lil nigga didn't want his one
I made the lil nigga run with the shenninagan
Shawty got good pussy taste like some honey comb
I get your tummy real tucked with the tommy tummy tuck
And I get it sent right back to your mommy house
Don't believe in no marriage don't want no spouse
Run with that sack like a kangaroo
Talking shit that's what a hater do
If it was you I would've hated to
If I was you I woulda hated to
Hop in that foreign and wave at you
Fucking these bitches like players do
Siting back and reload I let that bitch go and I let it just spray at you
You talk too much shit what you saying dude
I can not hear you these diamonds are bussins
Big patek no time for no fussing
It's automatic this choppa from Russia
Young static pull up get to bussing
It's tragic he died from concussion
Like magic my young niggas touch ya
I'm deep in her guts and she gushing
She saying she love me she don't
Yea I know that know she lying she thinking of that Birkin that I know that she want
This hoe here must think im a simp
I'm finna nut in her mouth then kick her out like get the fuck out the crib Bitch!
Just come see how we live
2020 this my year
Nothing is given boy you is gone get it
if you want it non stop
I told all my niggas good bye and good riddance cause they wanted handouts
Give me three months ima make a million and cash out
I'm counting these digits from hell to infinity I took the cash route
I gotta count it up for my bro I
Counted the racks and I counted a check
I Counted the racks and I counted a check
I Counted the racks and I counted a check
I counted the racks and I counted a check
I Counted some racks and I counted a check
I counted some racks and I ran up my check
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Writer(s): Royce Bonhomme
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