80 CENTS (feat. Bloo the Kolor, Sariud & Lil Demon)

I got .80 cents up in my bank account
I'm gon make it count
Pay my mama house off
Rent that nigga out
Turn my 80 to 8 figures
I'm gon figure out
Buy my ass that Tesla
Test that peddle out
Test that riches route
Trying the clothes that I can't pronounce
See what the hills is about
Breathing the trees, the smoke out my snout
Feel like a dog in the house
No body letting me out
Don't let my ego to grow
Know that my flows gon fill up the spout
Flow gonna fill up the clout
"What was I talking about?"
Roll up some more of that Mother Nature
Wait til my bread plants up many acres
Tattoos and piercings to scout
Get new pussy to stick to my mouth
A demon for scheming amounts
A meaning for why me and Cinny beefing
Wish I could be vegan
But the lamb truck got a nigga hungry for the blowing up season
Make me do the sickest
It's my throwing up season
Armageddon season
Seeing no depression leaving
Spring gon be clouding the funds

80 cents up in my bank account
I'm gon make it count
I got 80 cents up in my bank account
I'm gon make it count

I'm running from the 5-0 where the fuck is Tayo
Tip toeing the layo and I'm staring down the drako
Target niggas cuz I say so
215 every dayo

I'm dark in the night
I don't give up in a fight
Turn off the lights
I swear I don't bite
I got malice in my sight
You better fly like a kite
I'm Thor with the might
I got thunder in the night

I'm self made I'm self paid
I dealt with the pain and felt with the shame
I play no games I pray for the season
No reason to blame
The crowd stays lucid moving with the fluids
Running with the tool hit gunning with a loose lip
Keep moving ya hips when I drip with the spiff
Imma hole in the wall no fear when I call
Gotta say sayonara imma fire starter
Imma die harder imma reach farther
Imma be taller imma be a baller
Imma shot caller
Don't speak on my name when you afraid of the game
You a lamb in the fray don't get damned come my way
The Fuck did you say
The fuck did you play
Don't speak on my name when you tryna duck the fame
Chrome hit with the 40
Dome hit with the mental state
Hit you with the fate
My Verses like some cake
Easy to make easy to fake

I can just walk on the beat like a vet
Aye
My power level is 3000 I'm falling juronimbo I just go heeee
I'm cold like December
Remember September got earth and the fire and even the wind
Ik that my mind is mighty mighty morphing power
My mega assemble again
Olympus gone tremble again
They steadily fumble the kid i been sported
Mike Jordan on the tongue of these
I hit the bolt usain
You ain't got a chance running me
Y'all niggas nutty like the son of me
Energy max level I'm jumping like I was sipping on that Sunny D
100 grees
My dungarees stain black
Work hard vault stacked
Watch me coming out the summer time
Headphones stay racked
Riud building on his bummer time
Stay up keep tracking
Pushing pushing all this music shit
You would think a nigga straight trapping

I stay sturdy
When i get my hands dirty
Lil birdie told me get it early
Shordy surely
You gon find me foreign
But my bars is far from boring
I be breaking down my morals
So they with me in the morning
I hear evil thoughts tourin
I assure you I dont lure em in
Bittersweet
My vibe leaves tastes of heaps of cinnamon
Never mind the vibe
I aint feelin where ya rhythm is
Unsurprised
Yea you can see it in my eyes
Lately I been seeking physicalities
Reveal-in of my realer self
I dont know if they follow me
My kindness aint a sign of hollow
See its different interests
Kinda lead to lil tensions
Its way deeper then them listens