The Fuccbois - Internet Money Lyrics

Counting up racks on the keyboard, stunting
Check the bank account, big screen for the numbers
Now your bitch looking, I know what she want from us
Bitch I'm getting paid, Internet Money
Style on a bitch, flex checks, Cruel Summer
Looking out your window like, we ain't take her from ya
All I see is green, boi, all I see is numbers
Bitch I'm getting paid, Internet Money
Pussy boi snort, I smoke that shit
My name is Will, but my last name's not Smith
That bitch suck on my dick, then I lick on her clit
I will never quit
Your skull gon' get split, my side bitch fit, my coins are all in Bit
I got that crypto cuz I'm selling on that shit, yo
Lil' Turt is 100% that bitch, uh
I'm flexing in a new car everyday, you know that I stunt
Check my balance online, 10 bands in one month
I'm on the hunt for that cunt, I light up a blunt, then I check my funds, Yung
Counting up racks on the keyboard, stunting
Check the bank account, big screen for the numbers
Now your bitch looking, I know what she want from us
Bitch I'm getting paid, Internet Money
Style on a bitch, flex checks, Cruel Summer
Looking out your window like, we ain't take her from ya
All I see is green, boi, all I see is numbers
Bitch I'm getting paid, Internet Money
Wrap it up and we f*cking smoke a blunt
It's the place to be, I'm up top, aye, don't you see?
Go to the bank where they know my name
I'm here to withdraw bills, spend 'em on some chains
You wish you could spend what I make in a day
I don't do features without getting paid
I used to be poor, but now it's an upgrade
Catch me in a f*cking Lambo, paid full in cash, yuh
Counting up racks on the keyboard, stunting
Check the bank account, big screen for the numbers
Now your bitch looking, I know what she want from us
Bitch I'm getting paid, Internet Money
Style on a bitch, flex checks, Cruel Summer
Looking out your window like, we ain't take her from ya
All I see is green, boi, all I see is numbers
Bitch I'm getting paid, Internet Money
Throwing shade at me, well I'ma lay up in it
Hate fill a pool so big I pulled the truck in it
Wallow in ya sorrow, don't get stuck in it
Pair of white Ksubis with the heater still tucked in it
Open up the safe, got it looking like some potent
Whip got a driver cuz I'm gone off the potion
Got your bitch at the door, while you got the lotion
Pulling off her Gucci and that pussy like an ocean, Star
Counting up racks on the keyboard, stunting
Check the bank account, big screen for the numbers
Now your bitch looking, I know what she want from us
Bitch I'm getting paid, Internet Money
Style on a bitch, flex checks, Cruel Summer
Looking out your window like, we ain't take her from ya
All I see is green, boi, all I see is numbers
Bitch I'm getting paid, Internet Money