1 2 3 (feat. Drepicxx)

Sprint to the cash like one, two, three
I got a four on me
It's about five, before the hoe gone leave
Count six thousand, let her roll more weed
Roll a seven every time, and now I'm geeked
Ate her alive, and now she weak
Fuck on a nine when I got time
Ten times out of ten, my time ain't free
Sprint to the cash like one, two, three
I got a four on me
It's about five, before the hoe gone leave
Count six thousand, let her roll more weed
Roll a seven every time, and now I'm geeked
Ate her alive, and now she weak
Fuck on a nine when I got time
Ten times out of ten, my time ain't free

Yea, yea, yea, yea
Fuck on a hoe for some get back
I fly private, check my climate, VV diamonds
Yea yea
Fly cross country, wasting time
Just to buy her niknaks
Check her features, that hoe leaching
I'm on beaches, relaxing

Yea
I spend a lot on this fabric
Constantly counting this cabbage
Just walked through a mall in Seattle
I know I'm the one
First time I went out to Cali, I felt like I was Junior Battle
Came out the mud, I could walk through the gravel
Keep a few thousand fold up in a satchel
Went to Dubai, I had slept in a castle
Put on my chain and woke up in Alaska

Sprint to the cash like one, two, three
I got a four on me
It's about five, before the hoe gone leave
Count six thousand, let her roll more weed
Roll a seven every time, and now I'm geeked
Ate her alive, and now she weak
Fuck on a nine when I got time
Ten times out of ten, my time ain't free
Sprint to the cash like one, two, three
I got a four on me
It's about five, before the hoe gone leave
Count six thousand, let her roll more weed
Roll a seven every time, and now I'm geeked
Ate her alive, and now she weak
Fuck on a nine when I got time
Ten times out of ten, my time ain't free

You ask these bitches, what's the fee
I just pop up Gucci tee
I just left a foreign island, know I snuck some percs on me
This shit must got something up in the water
Bitches lurking me
BBL was a plus, bitch I need the cash at least
Blow a bag a piece, city on ten, repeat
Max contract at least
You know Imma ride the beat
Ten times ten it's me, I got the sauce in me
Maison Margiela, the sweater
You know I mixed Tom Ford leather
Bad bitch, know Imma get her

Sprint to the cash like one, two, three
I got a four on me
It's about five, before the hoe gone leave
Count six thousand, let her roll more weed
Roll a seven every time, and now I'm geeked
Ate her alive, and now she weak
Fuck on a nine when I got time
Ten times out of ten, my time ain't free
Sprint to the cash like one, two, three
I got a four on me
It's about five, before the hoe gone leave
Count six thousand, let her roll more weed
Roll a seven every time, and now I'm geeked
Ate her alive, and now she weak
Fuck on a nine when I got time
Ten times out of ten, my time ain't free

Um, you know
Uhh, kissing somebody's ass isn't gonna really help that much
I mean, unless, it really
Unless, it's good
So, um, you know
Your main thing is just to get you work out there
And get a lot of it done
So that you can pick the very best



Credits
Writer(s): Evan Milton, Jarvis Gardner, Brandon Tyler
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