How Many

Met her at Canarsie
She was looking like a Barbie
Only thing on my mind is getting Busy
And her ex is a dude I don't fuck with
Give me all reasons yeah to make a Nigga jealous
But I'm a gentleman, no need for Vengeance
Just put it in her mouth like a dentist
And she sees all these girls on my Body
But she don't care cuz she know that She got it
She a bad lil chica and she don't really Want no problems
She's raised from the hood but she About no drama
She's a 5 star chick she deserve that Shit
So I splurge even more cause you That bitch
Take you out the p's put you in a Mansion yeah
Take off your shoes white rugs type Shit yeah

How many cars you wanna drive
How many flights you wanna see
How many shoes all on your feet
Living a dream
How many
How many
How many bags right on your side
How many times we take over the Night
How many girls can you invite
How many
How many
How many

Yeah look I wasn't born with it
I just worked hard every single day
Stuck to the plan and kept on Pushing
I lost many friends but they wasn't Real
So fuck it

I was broken
In these streets homeless
Didn't look for pity cause I know What's the motive
Remember hoppin on the train
Gettin stopped at the junction
Put me in the precinct and they Found a couple warrants
Send me off to Rikers now I'm back To the hood
Learned a couple things that I Misunderstood
Fight off these demons and push as You should
Educate myself and learned how to Cook
And she sees all these girls on my Body
But she don't care cuz she know that She got it
She a bad lil chica and she don't really Want no problems
She's raised from the hood but she About no drama
She's a 5 star chick she deserve that Shit
So I splurge even more cause you That bitch
Take you out the p's put you in a Mansion yeah
Take off your shoes white rugs type Shit yeah

No more dented Yankee fitteds No More
No more hurrying me up, you gotta Wait till I finish You gotta wait
They tell me my heart turned cold cause I don't catch no feelings
But really my feelings belong to my Shawty my goals and my children
I ain't a poet I just sing yeah acapella Got her open
They call me a Yankee, I got too Many rings
Shawty said where have you been
I've just been focused on all of these Wins
How many how many times
Yeah I'm really in these streets I ain't Gotta pretend
And I ain't gotta move funny but I Aint no saint nah
You know I'd do it again
Weight on my shoulder like I'm hitting the gym yeah
Pull up strong, Rolls Royce it is
Yeah just to feed my confidence
Got a bad bitch with me
Yeah shit ain't average
Oh oh oh oh yeah
How many times we do it over again

How many cars you wanna drive Oh Baby
How many flights you wanna see
How many shoes all on your feet
Living the dream
How many
How many
How many bags right on your side
How many times we take over the Night
How many girls can you invite
How many
How many
How many