While I count up they're mad
But all these niggas hate for no reason
Pulling up in a jag
If they don't talk money you know that I'm leaving
All these niggas just cap
You know that I'm living the shit that they're dreaming
Nothing came overnight
Amiri the fabric you know that I'm dripping
And all this shit I did it on my own (on my own)
And I can't kick it with you just leave me alone (leave me alone)
And I was knocking but I had to kick some doors (kick some doors)
We're up in Neiman's and we buying out the store
Riding around in a beam (Aye)
Niggas don't be solid yeah they be switching up in the team (Aye, Aye)
I be mobbing in stu counting up a 20 pack up in my jeans
You already know how we bumming (Aye)
And these blue hundreds I'm thumbing (Aye)
I cannot chill with you dummies (Aye)
Fly in that bih with a hundred
Pull up in AMG's back to back
Brody got the strap in the back
Running up them figures up in saks
I get the money got nothing to prove
Pull up on me and you know we gone shoot
Niggas out here do the most for the loot
You ain't got no methods you're not with the crew
You ain't got no methods you're not with the swiping
I pulled out 20 racks just to give me excitement
Smoking on cookie yeah but I'm moving in silence (moving in silence)
Put some Dior yea never needed a stylist
Never needed a stylist
Getting Bands Any day that I want to
Everyday yea they know what I'm on to
I'm outside yea I keep me some light blues
I just got me the bapesta's for my shoes
YSL and my tee Louis V
For the Franklyn's you know I'm a fiend
Sixty-Five hundred Ima buy her Celine
Counting money is my daily routine
While I count up they're mad
But all these niggas hate for no reason
Pulling up in a jag
If they don't talk money you know that I'm leaving
All these niggas just cap
You know that I'm living the shit that they're dreaming
Nothing came overnight
Amiri the fabric you know that I'm dripping
And all this shit I did it on my own (on my own)
And I can't kick it with you just leave me alone (leave me alone)
And I was knocking but I had to kick some doors (kick some doors)
We're up in Neiman's and we buying out the store
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While I count up they're mad
But all these niggas hate for no reason
Pulling up in a jag
If they don't talk money you know that I'm leaving
All these niggas just cap
You know that I'm living the shit that they're dreaming
Nothing came overnight
Amiri the fabric you know that I'm dripping
And all this shit I did it on my own (on my own)
And I can't kick it with you just leave me alone (leave me alone)
And I was knocking but I had to kick some doors (kick some doors)
We're up in Neiman's and we buying out the store
Riding around in a beam (Aye)
Niggas don't be solid yeah they be switching up in the team (Aye, Aye)
I be mobbing in stu counting up a 20 pack up in my jeans
You already know how we bumming (Aye)
And these blue hundreds I'm thumbing (Aye)
I cannot chill with you dummies (Aye)
Fly in that bih with a hundred
Pull up in AMG's back to back
Brody got the strap in the back
Running up them figures up in saks
I get the money got nothing to prove
Pull up on me and you know we gone shoot
Niggas out here do the most for the loot
You ain't got no methods you're not with the crew
You ain't got no methods you're not with the swiping
I pulled out 20 racks just to give me excitement
Smoking on cookie yeah but I'm moving in silence (moving in silence)
Put some Dior yea never needed a stylist
Never needed a stylist
Getting Bands Any day that I want to
Everyday yea they know what I'm on to
I'm outside yea I keep me some light blues
I just got me the bapesta's for my shoes
YSL and my tee Louis V
For the Franklyn's you know I'm a fiend
Sixty-Five hundred Ima buy her Celine
Counting money is my daily routine
While I count up they're mad
But all these niggas hate for no reason
Pulling up in a jag
If they don't talk money you know that I'm leaving
All these niggas just cap
You know that I'm living the shit that they're dreaming
Nothing came overnight
Amiri the fabric you know that I'm dripping
And all this shit I did it on my own (on my own)
And I can't kick it with you just leave me alone (leave me alone)
And I was knocking but I had to kick some doors (kick some doors)
We're up in Neiman's and we buying out the store
But all these niggas hate for no reason
Pulling up in a jag
If they don't talk money you know that I'm leaving
All these niggas just cap
You know that I'm living the shit that they're dreaming
Nothing came overnight
Amiri the fabric you know that I'm dripping
And all this shit I did it on my own (on my own)
And I can't kick it with you just leave me alone (leave me alone)
And I was knocking but I had to kick some doors (kick some doors)
We're up in Neiman's and we buying out the store
Riding around in a beam (Aye)
Niggas don't be solid yeah they be switching up in the team (Aye, Aye)
I be mobbing in stu counting up a 20 pack up in my jeans
You already know how we bumming (Aye)
And these blue hundreds I'm thumbing (Aye)
I cannot chill with you dummies (Aye)
Fly in that bih with a hundred
Pull up in AMG's back to back
Brody got the strap in the back
Running up them figures up in saks
I get the money got nothing to prove
Pull up on me and you know we gone shoot
Niggas out here do the most for the loot
You ain't got no methods you're not with the crew
You ain't got no methods you're not with the swiping
I pulled out 20 racks just to give me excitement
Smoking on cookie yeah but I'm moving in silence (moving in silence)
Put some Dior yea never needed a stylist
Never needed a stylist
Getting Bands Any day that I want to
Everyday yea they know what I'm on to
I'm outside yea I keep me some light blues
I just got me the bapesta's for my shoes
YSL and my tee Louis V
For the Franklyn's you know I'm a fiend
Sixty-Five hundred Ima buy her Celine
Counting money is my daily routine
While I count up they're mad
But all these niggas hate for no reason
Pulling up in a jag
If they don't talk money you know that I'm leaving
All these niggas just cap
You know that I'm living the shit that they're dreaming
Nothing came overnight
Amiri the fabric you know that I'm dripping
And all this shit I did it on my own (on my own)
And I can't kick it with you just leave me alone (leave me alone)
And I was knocking but I had to kick some doors (kick some doors)
We're up in Neiman's and we buying out the store
Writer: Edgardy De La Cruz
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