Amg
(What I try and tell you
In this country you gotta make your moneys
Than when you get the money
You get the power
Than when you get the power you get the money
That's why you gotta make your own moves)
You can catch me in a benz
You can catch me in a amg
I heard that bitch wanna fuck with me
Like that lil bitch not fucking with me
Count up my money my fingers turn green
I fucked on your bitch
Turn that bitch to a fiend
Fuck on that bitch turn that bitch to a fan
I'm counting my money
I'm counting these bands
I keep a glock on my hip I don't dance
I heard your brodie
Got blitzed he got blamed
I'm with some shooters
You know you get shot
In a trap house standing over them pots
Got a main bitch
But you know I keep thots
Got a main chop
But you know I keep glocks
Fuck it it's not safe for you
It's not safe for me
In the backseat I be counting up green
I keep the k with me
Pussy run up he get put on a tee
Ain't that what happened to bro last week
Ya bitch act a freak for me
Imma go stack these bands up
Till they seven feet tall
You can catch me in the couv
I'm shopping in malls
I might just got drop a lil rack
On prada that's all
You spend the same on your fit
I spend on my drawls
Ion even need to beat to talk my shit yea
Brodie got put in a pack
Got put in a spliff
Brodie run up that's it
Imma go talk my shit
Imma go talk my shit
Fuck it
Imma go talk my shit
Imma go talk my shit
I heard your bro got hit
I heard your bro got shitbagged
Yea
I heard your bro got blizted
I heard ya bitch be a freak
I heard that bitch be a fiend
Fucking that bitch
And that pussy be pink
Fuck on her once
Than I pass her to team
I keep a glock and it hold 33
(I keep a glock and it hold 33)
Got too many hoes
Mane I might keep three
She wanna get hit
She don't fuck with the team
I'm with this white hoe
Her name be celine
Paris fashion week
Im pouring up green
Imma go drop me a ten in my drink
Wearing balenci
Like bitch what you think
I spend on my cup
What you can't even think
(I spend on my cup
What you can't even think)
I spend on my cup
What you can't even think
(I spend on my cup
What you can't even think)
In this country you gotta make your moneys
Than when you get the money
You get the power
Than when you get the power you get the money
That's why you gotta make your own moves)
You can catch me in a benz
You can catch me in a amg
I heard that bitch wanna fuck with me
Like that lil bitch not fucking with me
Count up my money my fingers turn green
I fucked on your bitch
Turn that bitch to a fiend
Fuck on that bitch turn that bitch to a fan
I'm counting my money
I'm counting these bands
I keep a glock on my hip I don't dance
I heard your brodie
Got blitzed he got blamed
I'm with some shooters
You know you get shot
In a trap house standing over them pots
Got a main bitch
But you know I keep thots
Got a main chop
But you know I keep glocks
Fuck it it's not safe for you
It's not safe for me
In the backseat I be counting up green
I keep the k with me
Pussy run up he get put on a tee
Ain't that what happened to bro last week
Ya bitch act a freak for me
Imma go stack these bands up
Till they seven feet tall
You can catch me in the couv
I'm shopping in malls
I might just got drop a lil rack
On prada that's all
You spend the same on your fit
I spend on my drawls
Ion even need to beat to talk my shit yea
Brodie got put in a pack
Got put in a spliff
Brodie run up that's it
Imma go talk my shit
Imma go talk my shit
Fuck it
Imma go talk my shit
Imma go talk my shit
I heard your bro got hit
I heard your bro got shitbagged
Yea
I heard your bro got blizted
I heard ya bitch be a freak
I heard that bitch be a fiend
Fucking that bitch
And that pussy be pink
Fuck on her once
Than I pass her to team
I keep a glock and it hold 33
(I keep a glock and it hold 33)
Got too many hoes
Mane I might keep three
She wanna get hit
She don't fuck with the team
I'm with this white hoe
Her name be celine
Paris fashion week
Im pouring up green
Imma go drop me a ten in my drink
Wearing balenci
Like bitch what you think
I spend on my cup
What you can't even think
(I spend on my cup
What you can't even think)
I spend on my cup
What you can't even think
(I spend on my cup
What you can't even think)
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Writer(s): Vanish (vanish)
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