Ttd
Ten toes down for my bank account
I got money in my pockets, and I'm smokin' loud
Ten more rounds 'cause I'm feelin' down
Pourin' shots into my body till I drown
Ten toes down for my bank account
I got money in my pockets, and I'm smokin' loud (Smokin' loud)
Ten more rounds 'cause I'm feelin' down
Pourin' shots into my body till I drown (Till I drown)
Ten toes down for my bank account
I got money in my pockets, and I'm smokin' loud (Smokin' loud)
Ten more rounds 'cause I'm feelin' down
Pourin' shots into my body till I drown (Till I drown)
I'm flexin' on you, I'm flexin' on you, my fashion always the latest
She call my number, she call my number
I'm in your girlfriend's playlist
I'm faded up in the club, can't feel my face, but I gotta stay lit
They're playing one of my songs
That's how I know that I'm gonna make it
Waste my life, getting high
I'm just tryin' not to die
So I take another drug
'Cause they help with holding on
Baby, wipe your tears away
You got me for another day
I don't want to feel this way
So let's go out and drown the pain
Ten toes down for my bank account
I got money in my pockets, and I'm smokin' loud (Smokin' loud)
Ten more rounds 'cause I'm feelin' down
Pourin' shots into my body till I drown (Till I drown)
Ten toes down for my bank account
I got money in my pockets, and I'm smokin' loud (Smokin' loud)
Ten more rounds 'cause I'm feelin' down
Pourin' shots into my body till I drown (Till I drown)
(Yeah)
I got money in my pockets, and I'm smokin' loud
Ten more rounds 'cause I'm feelin' down
Pourin' shots into my body till I drown
Ten toes down for my bank account
I got money in my pockets, and I'm smokin' loud (Smokin' loud)
Ten more rounds 'cause I'm feelin' down
Pourin' shots into my body till I drown (Till I drown)
Ten toes down for my bank account
I got money in my pockets, and I'm smokin' loud (Smokin' loud)
Ten more rounds 'cause I'm feelin' down
Pourin' shots into my body till I drown (Till I drown)
I'm flexin' on you, I'm flexin' on you, my fashion always the latest
She call my number, she call my number
I'm in your girlfriend's playlist
I'm faded up in the club, can't feel my face, but I gotta stay lit
They're playing one of my songs
That's how I know that I'm gonna make it
Waste my life, getting high
I'm just tryin' not to die
So I take another drug
'Cause they help with holding on
Baby, wipe your tears away
You got me for another day
I don't want to feel this way
So let's go out and drown the pain
Ten toes down for my bank account
I got money in my pockets, and I'm smokin' loud (Smokin' loud)
Ten more rounds 'cause I'm feelin' down
Pourin' shots into my body till I drown (Till I drown)
Ten toes down for my bank account
I got money in my pockets, and I'm smokin' loud (Smokin' loud)
Ten more rounds 'cause I'm feelin' down
Pourin' shots into my body till I drown (Till I drown)
(Yeah)
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Writer(s): Carlo Nerlich
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