Song: 6 Figures
Artist:  B17LY
Year: 2022
Viewed: 34 - Published at: 4 years ago

[Hook]
I'm stacking these grands, grands after grands
Catch me if you can, I'm the gingerbread man
Fuck music, I've got fiends that are fans
Ain't gonna stop till I'm a six figure man
I'm stacking these grands, grands after grands
Catch me if you can, I'm the gingerbread man
Fuck music, I've got fiends that are fans
Ain't gonna stop till I'm a six figure man

[Verse 1]
Started from the bottom, started from scratch
Had a few losses, had a bad batch
You win some, you lose some, can't always win a match
My time will come, out the shell I'm gonna hatch
I'm always on the road, my life's been snatched
Half the money that I've made I've never ever patched
Not a boss, I'm a leader, I lead my pack
I don't give no orders, I show 'em how to graft
Cause I'm out in the morning, out in the evening
In the whip, who's that woman that's screaming?
I think he misheard, it's the tyres that are screeching
Around fake friends, make sure that they're treating
I can deal with a snake, not a rat that's stealing
In front of the feds, 100% they're speaking
Karma's a bitch, it be slowly creeping
If I'm on top then the whole team's eating
[Hook]
I'm stacking these grands, grands after grands
Catch me if you can, I'm the gingerbread man
Fuck music, I've got fiends that are fans
Ain't gonna stop till I'm a six figure man
I'm stacking these grands, grands after grands
Catch me if you can, I'm the gingerbread man
Fuck music, I've got fiends that are fans
Ain't gonna stop till I'm a six figure man

[Verse 2]
I'm doing up numbers just off that one number
Twenty pound a month, that's my top-up bundle
Twenty grand in cash, that's a different type of bundle
Loyalty and respect, that's how I stay humble
They ain't stopping for these feds, car's getting bumpered
Blood makes you related, ain't met half of my cousins
Loyalty makes you family, half of them back in prison
Not a place to be but see the people I miss 'em
And fuck feds, we don't really mingle
Cats made a conspiracy, I tell 'em I was single
They're asking for some names, I show my middle finger
Born to be a criminal, bro I was born to be a sinner
Fast food on the go, that's how I have my dinner
I've rarely sat down and actually had dinner
But I ain't gonna stop until I be a winner
And I ain't gonna stop until my notes get thicker
Soon as I get home I'm back out on the road
I'm back out on my ones and I'm back out on my own
I can make P, I can make dough
Even in my sleep I've got that cash flow
I don't need mates, I don't need bros
Cause half of you sheep look like clones

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