Love Me
All I wanna do is Count the millions
With my niggas
Make sure that my momma
And grandmama em be chillin'
This bottle that i'm sipping
Got the answers at the bottom
Ima sip it til I just can't feel my body
I'm going
Way up up up up up up
To a place where you can't find me
I'm tryna stay up up up up up up
I been drowsy off the codeine
That Bentley coupe got my name on it
Mark my words
I'm coppin' it
Pull it off the lot and watch me
Stunt and flex on everybody
Hold on nuts on everybody
Fuck them bitches
They all doubted me
Ion do apologies
I just rock them double C's
Used to stay up real late
Wondering when am I going to win
How much money ima spend today
We ballin' out the gym
Nothing basic on my plate
Give me that five star pepper steak
Floating on every beat that I'm on
Chris Angel leviate
This shit feel like therapy
Never trigged, Let em hate
I think we can all agree
Real is real, but fake is fake
Only real niggas can relate
Look in my eyes
I ain't afraid
Stunning is a habit
Know I do this shit so gracefully
All I wanna do is Count the millions
With my niggas
Make sure that my momma
And grandmama em be chillin'
This bottle that i'm sipping
Got the answers at the bottom
Ima sip it til I just can't feel my body
I'm going
Way up up up up up up
To a place where you can't find me
I'm tryna stay up up up up up up
I been drowsy off the codeine
Take a trip down memory lane
When these bitches ain't pay me no attention
When I was struggling and hungry
I worked hard for everything I ever got
So tell me if I be wrong if I didn't give her nothing
Wanted to give up so many time, I promise
Kept my head high, too many people depend on me
Fall asleep broke, woke up in designer garment
Chinchila coat, with the Gucci slides to match it
Stayed to myself and everything I do original
Asking way to many question this is not an interview
Like where you been, and who you fucking
Mind ya business, why you tripping
I think we should take an intermission from this interlude
Never leave the one who held you down
For a pigeon coup
Reaching for a different type of sound
Different pinnacle
Ion got time to hang around like a clothes hanger
Money don't mean everything
But I don't wanna go without it
With my niggas
Make sure that my momma
And grandmama em be chillin'
This bottle that i'm sipping
Got the answers at the bottom
Ima sip it til I just can't feel my body
I'm going
Way up up up up up up
To a place where you can't find me
I'm tryna stay up up up up up up
I been drowsy off the codeine
That Bentley coupe got my name on it
Mark my words
I'm coppin' it
Pull it off the lot and watch me
Stunt and flex on everybody
Hold on nuts on everybody
Fuck them bitches
They all doubted me
Ion do apologies
I just rock them double C's
Used to stay up real late
Wondering when am I going to win
How much money ima spend today
We ballin' out the gym
Nothing basic on my plate
Give me that five star pepper steak
Floating on every beat that I'm on
Chris Angel leviate
This shit feel like therapy
Never trigged, Let em hate
I think we can all agree
Real is real, but fake is fake
Only real niggas can relate
Look in my eyes
I ain't afraid
Stunning is a habit
Know I do this shit so gracefully
All I wanna do is Count the millions
With my niggas
Make sure that my momma
And grandmama em be chillin'
This bottle that i'm sipping
Got the answers at the bottom
Ima sip it til I just can't feel my body
I'm going
Way up up up up up up
To a place where you can't find me
I'm tryna stay up up up up up up
I been drowsy off the codeine
Take a trip down memory lane
When these bitches ain't pay me no attention
When I was struggling and hungry
I worked hard for everything I ever got
So tell me if I be wrong if I didn't give her nothing
Wanted to give up so many time, I promise
Kept my head high, too many people depend on me
Fall asleep broke, woke up in designer garment
Chinchila coat, with the Gucci slides to match it
Stayed to myself and everything I do original
Asking way to many question this is not an interview
Like where you been, and who you fucking
Mind ya business, why you tripping
I think we should take an intermission from this interlude
Never leave the one who held you down
For a pigeon coup
Reaching for a different type of sound
Different pinnacle
Ion got time to hang around like a clothes hanger
Money don't mean everything
But I don't wanna go without it
Credits
Writer(s): Sebastien Jasinski
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