Paranoia - LIGHTŸEARZ Lyrics

Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Stack my money up, stack it all the way
Bitch, we do not play, like no, no, not today, Bitch, we finna fly, get out the f*cking way
That lil' bitch, she was fire, tell her to come my way
I'm counting all these bands, I'm counting all the way
You mad, I f*cked your friend, I turn that bitch straight
Finna ride up in the Benz, finna swerve up all the way
Man, I just count my money, man, I count it all day
She can feel it in her tummy, she can feel it all day
I feel despicable, the only way I show up to the party, a ritual
And like I said, yeah, you know they gon' get you broke, feel like a ritual
And, bitch, I pull up with them racks in that Tesla truck
They finna pick you up, they finna slip you up
I got my boys on the chopper, they gon' loot you up
Now, bitch, I slide in the Benz, yeah, they f*ck you up
Yeah, they heard you cry with my twin, yeah, they f*ck you up
Yeah, she not my girl, she my friend, she my two-seater
Rockstar activities, yeah, I got two fingers up
Told that bitch, you kidding me
Told her ass to clean it up, told your ass to beat it up
Got two straps on my belt, yeah, you know we clean it up
Bitch, I feel like Voyager, we was in a spirit realm
Like, how the f*ck you know it's her
We was in an infamous round
Yeah, we do not play around, play around
But I go off the head
I just made two Bands I just made it a hit
I just f*cked your friend, I just did it again
Roll me up a spliff, smoke up all day
Romeo, Juliet
Now we out up on the terrace, now I'm out up on Paris
Now we on the f*cking mirror, now we on the f*cking flares
Your bitch taste like wet-ass cherries
Go to McDonald's, order McFlurry
They don't got that shit, don't worry
Sip the lean, feeling swervy
How that girl just try to curve you
How that girl just try to swerve you
Bitch, we redirect the shit
Yeah, you know I'm feeling curvy
Yeah, you know I'm feeling swervy
Yeah, you know I'm feeling curvy
Stack my money up, stack it all the way
Bitch, we do not play
Like, no, no, not today
Bitch, we finna fly
Get out the f*cking way
That little bitch, she was fire
Tell her to come my way
I'm counting all these bands
I'm counting all the way
If you mad, I f*cked your friend
I turned that bitch straight
Finna ride up in the Benz
Finna swerve up all the way
Man, I just count my money, man, I count it all day
She can feel it in her tummy, she can feel it all day
She can feel it in her tummy, she can feel it all day