Hope
Countin up money I stay at the top
Countin up money I stay at the top
Countin up money I stay at the top
He said he gone catch me I promise he won't
Tell her to shutup don't care for no wap
She claim that she got it I promise she don't
I'm tired of steppin you see why I float
Suicide doors my neck on the ropes
All black killer I'm fly as a crow
I'm tired of laughing no way imma joke
YSL clean you smell my aroma
Way too sick I could walk in corona
In this bitch by myself imma loner
Thats my bitch who you think is the owner
Hand out money they say I'm donor
Cause I know how it feels when you broke
If he trying man tell him its over
I'm the one that give my people hope
He the one that do all the talking
Thats him, that's ya mans in the back
He the one talking alright cool
If he barking we cut off the roof dawg
Stick my head out to show him the proof dawg
Yes I'm winning no way imma lose dawg
Out the window we stick and we move dawg
(Wooo)
Cross on my chest she thought it was chrome hearts
Like nah its Jesus
I look your hoe in the eyes and she know I'm the one
You could tell how she fiending
Too many racks we not even
I got some savages breeding
Round of applause my achievements
No I'm not leaving kill him if you got a reason
Yeah, I come around and ya hoe get the pleasing
You come around and them boys get the pleading
All on my hat you could tell by the season
I got ya hit probably stamped in my visa
Name yo price we do agreements
Yes real life no I'm not dreaming
Put this shit on what a hell of a feeling
No I'm not rich so you no I'm not chilling
Countin up money I stay at the top
He said he gone catch me I promise he won't
Tell her to shutup don't care for no wap
She claim that she got it I promise she don't
I'm tired of steppin you see why I float
Suicide doors my neck on the ropes
All black killer I'm fly as a crow
I'm tired of laughing no way imma joke
YSL clean you smell my aroma
Way too sick I could walk in corona
In this bitch by myself imma loner
Thats my bitch who you think is the owner
Hand out money they say I'm donor
Cause I know how it feels when you broke
If he trying man tell him its over
I'm the one that give my people hope
Countin up money I stay at the top
Countin up money I stay at the top
He said he gone catch me I promise he won't
Tell her to shutup don't care for no wap
She claim that she got it I promise she don't
I'm tired of steppin you see why I float
Suicide doors my neck on the ropes
All black killer I'm fly as a crow
I'm tired of laughing no way imma joke
YSL clean you smell my aroma
Way too sick I could walk in corona
In this bitch by myself imma loner
Thats my bitch who you think is the owner
Hand out money they say I'm donor
Cause I know how it feels when you broke
If he trying man tell him its over
I'm the one that give my people hope
He the one that do all the talking
Thats him, that's ya mans in the back
He the one talking alright cool
If he barking we cut off the roof dawg
Stick my head out to show him the proof dawg
Yes I'm winning no way imma lose dawg
Out the window we stick and we move dawg
(Wooo)
Cross on my chest she thought it was chrome hearts
Like nah its Jesus
I look your hoe in the eyes and she know I'm the one
You could tell how she fiending
Too many racks we not even
I got some savages breeding
Round of applause my achievements
No I'm not leaving kill him if you got a reason
Yeah, I come around and ya hoe get the pleasing
You come around and them boys get the pleading
All on my hat you could tell by the season
I got ya hit probably stamped in my visa
Name yo price we do agreements
Yes real life no I'm not dreaming
Put this shit on what a hell of a feeling
No I'm not rich so you no I'm not chilling
Countin up money I stay at the top
He said he gone catch me I promise he won't
Tell her to shutup don't care for no wap
She claim that she got it I promise she don't
I'm tired of steppin you see why I float
Suicide doors my neck on the ropes
All black killer I'm fly as a crow
I'm tired of laughing no way imma joke
YSL clean you smell my aroma
Way too sick I could walk in corona
In this bitch by myself imma loner
Thats my bitch who you think is the owner
Hand out money they say I'm donor
Cause I know how it feels when you broke
If he trying man tell him its over
I'm the one that give my people hope
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Writer(s): Triston Thomas
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