BUCKS
We getting it up, we getting it up
I ball like the bucks, all of this ice cost a ton
Yeah, I'm done, and you know I'm number one
Pop me molly I'm gone, pull out the chop and he run
We running it up, we running it up
I ball like the bucks, all of this ice cost a ton
Yea, I'm done, and you know I'm number one
Pop me molly I'm gone, pull out the chop and he run
Hop out the Bentley bentayga I Ball like the Lakers
I fucking count all this paper
I can't believe it these niggas is fake
And they snake and you know that they been getting faker
Glock 19, witta beam and im sipping on syrup you know it's not maple
I just been getting my money and counting it up my shit thick
And I think it need staples Yea
Watch how I motherfucking, add it up
Watch how I get all these racks, thracks
Watch how I muh fuckin count it up
I got a bitch and ha ass fat, watch how she motherfucking bag it up
Riding in a fucking scat pack, you know that we fucking taking off
We getting it up, we gettin it up
I ball like the bucks, all of this ice cost a ton
Yea, I'm done, and you know I'm number one
Pop me molly I'm gone, pull out the chop and he run
We running it up, we running it up
I ball like the bucks, all of this ice cost a ton
Yea, I'm done, and you know I'm number one
Pop me molly I'm gone, pull out the chop and he run
I got my family you know that they eating
They said lil melly got rich for no reason
They just be talkin and plotting and scheming
But I'm getting money don't care what they sayin
I just got a chop and a beam and it's spraying
These niggas be mad I ain't flopping again
I'm praying to god that I ride in Benz, I'm praying to god but I know that I sin
I got a uh, I got a mill bitch I get money I signed me a deal
I'm rich like I'm roddy I live on the hills, I pop me a Molly they tell me to chill
My diamonds they shiny you know that they real
I know they don't know how I feel
This shit gettin real but they getting mad so they tell me to chill
We getting it up, we getting it up
I ball like the bucks, all of this ice cost a ton
Yea, I'm done, and you know I'm number one
Pop me molly I'm gone, pull out the chop and he run
I ball like the bucks, all of this ice cost a ton
Yeah, I'm done, and you know I'm number one
Pop me molly I'm gone, pull out the chop and he run
We running it up, we running it up
I ball like the bucks, all of this ice cost a ton
Yea, I'm done, and you know I'm number one
Pop me molly I'm gone, pull out the chop and he run
Hop out the Bentley bentayga I Ball like the Lakers
I fucking count all this paper
I can't believe it these niggas is fake
And they snake and you know that they been getting faker
Glock 19, witta beam and im sipping on syrup you know it's not maple
I just been getting my money and counting it up my shit thick
And I think it need staples Yea
Watch how I motherfucking, add it up
Watch how I get all these racks, thracks
Watch how I muh fuckin count it up
I got a bitch and ha ass fat, watch how she motherfucking bag it up
Riding in a fucking scat pack, you know that we fucking taking off
We getting it up, we gettin it up
I ball like the bucks, all of this ice cost a ton
Yea, I'm done, and you know I'm number one
Pop me molly I'm gone, pull out the chop and he run
We running it up, we running it up
I ball like the bucks, all of this ice cost a ton
Yea, I'm done, and you know I'm number one
Pop me molly I'm gone, pull out the chop and he run
I got my family you know that they eating
They said lil melly got rich for no reason
They just be talkin and plotting and scheming
But I'm getting money don't care what they sayin
I just got a chop and a beam and it's spraying
These niggas be mad I ain't flopping again
I'm praying to god that I ride in Benz, I'm praying to god but I know that I sin
I got a uh, I got a mill bitch I get money I signed me a deal
I'm rich like I'm roddy I live on the hills, I pop me a Molly they tell me to chill
My diamonds they shiny you know that they real
I know they don't know how I feel
This shit gettin real but they getting mad so they tell me to chill
We getting it up, we getting it up
I ball like the bucks, all of this ice cost a ton
Yea, I'm done, and you know I'm number one
Pop me molly I'm gone, pull out the chop and he run
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Writer(s): Darreon Blackwell
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