Faith In Figures

We gone run it up 'til all that shit is gone
Gonna pour it up life is good this is fun
You fucked up enough? got another one in the trunk
We gone run it 'til all that shit is gone

We gone ride or we gone die today
We here for finer things
I like designer things and diamond rings, yeah
They get a fucker to sing
Bring out a bag of the stink and a bucket of pink
We buggin' on something you think
Glock cause commotion get wet like an ocean
Gone put you in motion here's something to drink
Look at my time today I'm on my pay
We keep all that loot in the bank
She wanna ride the wave I'm on the way
I'll give ya lil something to taste
You not a hero you talk to the bureau
Your money at zero your fooling a fake
Find me I'm here folding bitches in pairs
I'm out clearing the air caught a ruler today, Shit
I'm on my money you bitches is late
Got your bitch taking me out on a date
Momma she taught me to care and relate
My father taught me dont take shit from fakes
Act like a bitch tell that shit to they face
Pull out the stash and roll it up
Lick and a flash we going now
I'm on my money you bitches is late
Got your bitch taking me out on a date
Momma she taught me to care and relate
My father taught me dont take shit from fakes
Act like a bitch tell that shit to they face
Pull out the stash and roll it up
Lick and a flash we going now
Look at the cash we floating now

We gone run it up 'til all that shit is gone
Gonna pour it up life is good this is fun
You fucked up enough? got another one in the trunk
We gone run it 'til all that shit is gone

Run it up, run it up 'til all that shit is gone
Pour it up, pour it up life is good this is fun
Fill another cup keep drinking 'til your drunk
So run it up, run it up keep drinking 'til you're numb

Woah, I dropped six figs on a new Lamborghini
I made a splash put a ring on my pinky
Top of the morning I'm out getting busy
Collecting a bag somebody come get me
Winning and winning I feel like I'm Drizzy
I'm spinning and spinning my head getting dizzy
They really loud but they not fucking with me
My Wesson make sound find 'em dead in your city

We gone ride or we gone die today
We here for finer things
I like designer things and diamond rings, yeah
They get a fucker to sing
Bring out a bag of the stink and a bucket of pink
We bugging on something you think
Glock cause commotion get wet like an ocean
Gone put you in motion here's something to drink bitch



Credits
Writer(s): Brennan Junot
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