Hollywoodd - Had Enough Lyrics

Hollywoodd, that shit crazy
Hollywoodd you snappedd
Don't ask me what I"m fighting
I've been up until the morning
Wake up, I'm in traffic
And nothing we doing magic
I ain't going back home If I ain't got that bag
I ain't had enough I ain't had enough
Every time it got hard, niggas switched up turned they back
Count a million dollars, with my fingers,
That's the type of time I"m on
Sit back, play your cards I ain't with the talkin' for real
Niggas, they be counterfeit for real
Show some money, f*ck, 'bout who you kill
Put it on, forgot to pop the tag
I just bought some drip to put it up
Tell the bank to pick up my deposit
How much you pay? Tell them, keep on watchin
I can make you hoe get on her knee
Do a backflip, suck the whole gang
I was in dem partments, I ain't had a dime somehow, now I'm important
Super Saiyan, hit em with it ahhh
Where y'all gonna run now
Turn that shit that get out I'm tryna make them rethink the past
They don't wanna see me up Come with me, I got her stuck
Shawty said that she got Fiji
Blue cheese, blue cheese, what's gon' please me
They gon' hate me with these pointers
She on news, and been a goner
We hit the same hole, now he happy
Make him feel good, just for once
Had to tell bro, we on some other shit
Can't be goin' back to the bullshit
It might seem hard, then what you make it
He can't touch it dub, I'm still hoppin' out
I won't lead them wrong tryna tell them right
If that's better for you, then try it out
We gon' get this money, make it work for us
We gon' get this money, make it triple up
She gon' do her thing, I ain't trippin' To the public, we don't show our business
And they only knowin' what I'm showin'
Had to pop it, got a million feelings
Don't ask me what I"m fighting
I've been up until the morning
Wake up, I'm in traffic
And nothing we doing magic
I ain't going back home If I ain't got that bag
I ain't had enough I ain't had enough
Every time it got hard, niggas switch doors turned they back
Count a million dollars, with my fingers
That's the type of time I"m on
Sit back, play your cards I ain't with the talkin' for real
Niggas, they be counterfeit for real
Show some money, f*ck, 'bout who you kill
Ona the I headin' back to the city
Spark this wood, couple thousand on me
Double cup, you already know it's I'm sipping
And that girl, she been blowin' me up
Askin' me when we gon' f*ck again
Right now, I just been chasin' the money
Right now, I don't got time for the sex
Give me neck, girl, I know what I said
These niggas switch like channels,
I got expensive Fanta
I got a sniper on a cloud Turn around,
Glarr bow, Kodak moment
They don't know what it been like
Late nights, tryna hit a lotto
Now I'm havin' different color money
It feel good to by the a family somethin'
Run through a check, and then I give back
Run through a check, and then I
Too much stuffin' on my plate, it's poppin' rubber bands
We don't want no dealers, told bro, not the fan
Pockets inside, I down, bad boy, go pick up your pants
I don't think they seein' me
I don't think they hearin' me
I don't know why, I don't know why
I don't know why, I don't know why