How Much You Seen ?
Look, I'ma be 100 with you
I love this shit
I love the hustle, I love the chains, I love the money
And I'm real
Why they don't trust him
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Your block known for gettin' money but how much you seen?
Shit ain't new, yes, we been servin' out of Amiri jeans
Bae, I'm turnt, I just be tellin' bitches anything
Bitch this VVs and Chanel, I mix it with Celine
Look at my neck and watch it bust
Boy, u cap, ain't on nothin'
Can't believe they still be bluffin'
I turn nothin' into something
Niggas mad cause we be cuttin
All them telegrams be jumpin
How the fuck you mad
I'm hustlin'
Ain't a bitch that I be trustin'
Name a bitch, I bet I had her
Tender man, I know you mad
I just count 250 cash
I'm too humble, I don't brag
I'm a drag, you make me mad
Give these suckas belt to ass
Every car, I drive too fast
Niggas rich off sellin' gas
Yellow gold, I switch it pink
White and rose if you ain't thinkin'
Bitch, this don, that's all we drinkin'
Dior coat cost like a mink
That's the sound of Cuban links
All this water, I'm the sink
I'm a fuckin' hockey rink
He a goner he extinct
This AP on my wrist and I got diamonds on my neck
You's a bitch, I clip your wings
You let them play with your respect
All these glizzys we got switches
We got ARs, Mac's and techs
I got money, you a killer
I'ma put you to the test
Say I'm cocky
Niggas cocky, but they know who shit the best
They can't stop me, I'm like Rocky
I'ma put his ass to rest
She a baddie, got a fatty
Hit her once, now she be pressed
Seven summers, we been runnin'
You say, diff that's disrespect
Your block known for gettin' money but how much you seen?
Shit ain't new, yes, we been servin' out of Amiri jeans
Bae, I'm turnt, I just be tellin' bitches anything
Bitch this VVs and Chanel, I mix it with Celine
Look at my neck and watch it bust
Boy, u cap, ain't on nothin'
Can't believe they still be bluffin'
I turn nothin' into something
Niggas mad cause we be cuttin
All them telegrams be jumpin
How the fuck you mad
I'm hustlin'
Ain't a bitch that I be trustin'
I love this shit
I love the hustle, I love the chains, I love the money
And I'm real
Why they don't trust him
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Your block known for gettin' money but how much you seen?
Shit ain't new, yes, we been servin' out of Amiri jeans
Bae, I'm turnt, I just be tellin' bitches anything
Bitch this VVs and Chanel, I mix it with Celine
Look at my neck and watch it bust
Boy, u cap, ain't on nothin'
Can't believe they still be bluffin'
I turn nothin' into something
Niggas mad cause we be cuttin
All them telegrams be jumpin
How the fuck you mad
I'm hustlin'
Ain't a bitch that I be trustin'
Name a bitch, I bet I had her
Tender man, I know you mad
I just count 250 cash
I'm too humble, I don't brag
I'm a drag, you make me mad
Give these suckas belt to ass
Every car, I drive too fast
Niggas rich off sellin' gas
Yellow gold, I switch it pink
White and rose if you ain't thinkin'
Bitch, this don, that's all we drinkin'
Dior coat cost like a mink
That's the sound of Cuban links
All this water, I'm the sink
I'm a fuckin' hockey rink
He a goner he extinct
This AP on my wrist and I got diamonds on my neck
You's a bitch, I clip your wings
You let them play with your respect
All these glizzys we got switches
We got ARs, Mac's and techs
I got money, you a killer
I'ma put you to the test
Say I'm cocky
Niggas cocky, but they know who shit the best
They can't stop me, I'm like Rocky
I'ma put his ass to rest
She a baddie, got a fatty
Hit her once, now she be pressed
Seven summers, we been runnin'
You say, diff that's disrespect
Your block known for gettin' money but how much you seen?
Shit ain't new, yes, we been servin' out of Amiri jeans
Bae, I'm turnt, I just be tellin' bitches anything
Bitch this VVs and Chanel, I mix it with Celine
Look at my neck and watch it bust
Boy, u cap, ain't on nothin'
Can't believe they still be bluffin'
I turn nothin' into something
Niggas mad cause we be cuttin
All them telegrams be jumpin
How the fuck you mad
I'm hustlin'
Ain't a bitch that I be trustin'
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Writer(s): Ymc Tez
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