Oh fasho, Oh fasho you know, Oh fasho you know
Uh, I count my money till the sun up, I count my money till the sun up
I count my money till the sun up bitch that’s what it is
Bet you think it's crazy how I live
Nobody told me to say all this but this is this
Aye chill, it don't get that real, bitch I shoot to kill
When I get mad and in my feels
But that ain’t the case and that ain’t the deal yea yea
Bitch I’m tryna tell you how I feel
If I keep living how I live, there’s no way I could exist
They gon end up taking this, They gon end up taking this
Don’t got time for sad songs, I’m gone bring the bag home
Walking through the night it feel too spooky I put my mask on
Nobody said shit to me I been walking for mad long
And I keep visiting the ones I spent my last on
Bet you can see them niggas they ain’t around now that the bag gonе
Feel like they pulled a fast onе now I just go on and laugh on em
Relationship done crashed on you niggas they dont get a pass for em
Shoulda known that's how it went now I just spaz on em
Now I'm just getting this cash on em, Now I’m just getting this cash on ya
I just pulled up in the front nigga in a big ass ghost truck
I was down yep now I'm up nigga now I’m finna go up
I’m not giving no fucks, I got money so what
Can't do nothing for you, thought you had bands on you
That cap be annoying, come from the dirt the soil
I wanna run up on you, I put the heat to the foil
Don't get me annoyed, I put that shit to his forehead
Niggas act like they ain't know that, I blackout like Kodak Black
Niggas been broke we ain't going back
We turnt up up to the max
Just throw it up don't touch a tag
We coming to riches from the rags
Make hella them bitches carry bags
Make hella of them niggas hella mad
Uh, I count my money till the sun up, I count my money till the sun up
I count my money till the sun up bitch that’s what it is
Bet you think it's crazy how I live
Nobody told me to say all this but this is this
Aye chill, it don't get that real, bitch I shoot to kill
When I get mad and in my feels
But that ain’t the case and that ain’t the deal yea yea
Bitch I’m tryna tell you how I feel
If I keep living how I live, there’s no way I could exist
They gon end up taking this, They gon end up taking this
Don’t got time for sad songs, I’m gone bring the bag home
Walking through the night it feel too spooky I put my mask on
Nobody said shit to me I been walking for mad long
And I keep visiting the ones I spent my last on
Bet you can see them niggas they ain’t around now that the bag gonе
Feel like they pulled a fast onе now I just go on and laugh on em
Relationship done crashed on you niggas they dont get a pass for em
Shoulda known that's how it went now I just spaz on em
Now I'm just getting this cash on em, Now I’m just getting this cash on ya
I just pulled up in the front nigga in a big ass ghost truck
I was down yep now I'm up nigga now I’m finna go up
I’m not giving no fucks, I got money so what
Can't do nothing for you, thought you had bands on you
That cap be annoying, come from the dirt the soil
I wanna run up on you, I put the heat to the foil
Don't get me annoyed, I put that shit to his forehead
Niggas act like they ain't know that, I blackout like Kodak Black
Niggas been broke we ain't going back
We turnt up up to the max
Just throw it up don't touch a tag
We coming to riches from the rags
Make hella them bitches carry bags
Make hella of them niggas hella mad
( LeekIndaCut )
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