She got me thinking 'bout our past
No, i ain't taking no sass
($$$)
Got my whole team in the back
Getting money like that!
Pockets hefty like a bag
Oh and i'm wasted so bad
I guess that i'm just being complex
Yeah
(Counting checks, Counting checks, Getting money)
Flex!
Hopping out a coupe
Tinted out black
XO to them bitches with the nice rack
My Mind running wild
Spoil my night this one stand
Losing all my grip on this couple hundred bandz
Blame it on the spice baby
Not the deadz
Do it couple times i forgot her name
Eighteen with that body looking f*cking great
Damn i bet your daddy didn't know you'd be my next mistake
You probably hate me now
I don't think about you
Can't belive i loved you
(Bitch you is a bad luck!)
Whole team on the main track
Swerving lots of hate now
Don't try to slow me down
Yeah!
(Woah!)
Money in my pockets
Being cheesy with my friends now
Droptop on a 'Cedes
Silver Crown as my bling
You ain't getting nothing but sucking off my drip out
And f*ck my ex posting pictures with her new f*ck!
She got me thinking 'bout our past
No, i ain't taking no sass
($$$)
Got my whole team in the back
Getting money like that!
Pockets hefty like a bag
Ohh and i'm wasted so bad
I guess that i'm just being complex
Yeah
(Counting checks, Counting checks, Getting money)
Flex!
Yeah, She's talking 'bout how feelings turned bad
Waste your time it won't come back
Don't f*ck with mine, I don't want that
Bitch chasing me around won't help
Oh baby is a dime no cap
And i'm falling to the truth that love hurts
All i do is being complex
And i'm buying shoes to match up my clothes
Yeah, but i'm still being sad
Lonely Dead
In my bed
Getting head
Covers red
Drink again
I'm fine with that yeah
Keep counting checks
The money stacks
Me and my friends
We're going ham
No love no tears
They will not break me
She got me thinking 'bout our past
No, i ain't taking no sass
($$$)
Got my whole team in the back
Getting money like that!
Pockets hefty like a bag
Ohh and i'm wasted so bad
I guess that i'm just being complex
Yeah
(Counting checks, Counting checks, Getting money)
Flex!
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She got me thinking 'bout our past
No, i ain't taking no sass
($$$)
Got my whole team in the back
Getting money like that!
Pockets hefty like a bag
Oh and i'm wasted so bad
I guess that i'm just being complex
Yeah
(Counting checks, Counting checks, Getting money)
Flex!
Hopping out a coupe
Tinted out black
XO to them bitches with the nice rack
My Mind running wild
Spoil my night this one stand
Losing all my grip on this couple hundred bandz
Blame it on the spice baby
Not the deadz
Do it couple times i forgot her name
Eighteen with that body looking f*cking great
Damn i bet your daddy didn't know you'd be my next mistake
You probably hate me now
I don't think about you
Can't belive i loved you
(Bitch you is a bad luck!)
Whole team on the main track
Swerving lots of hate now
Don't try to slow me down
Yeah!
(Woah!)
Money in my pockets
Being cheesy with my friends now
Droptop on a 'Cedes
Silver Crown as my bling
You ain't getting nothing but sucking off my drip out
And f*ck my ex posting pictures with her new f*ck!
She got me thinking 'bout our past
No, i ain't taking no sass
($$$)
Got my whole team in the back
Getting money like that!
Pockets hefty like a bag
Ohh and i'm wasted so bad
I guess that i'm just being complex
Yeah
(Counting checks, Counting checks, Getting money)
Flex!
Yeah, She's talking 'bout how feelings turned bad
Waste your time it won't come back
Don't f*ck with mine, I don't want that
Bitch chasing me around won't help
Oh baby is a dime no cap
And i'm falling to the truth that love hurts
All i do is being complex
And i'm buying shoes to match up my clothes
Yeah, but i'm still being sad
Lonely Dead
In my bed
Getting head
Covers red
Drink again
I'm fine with that yeah
Keep counting checks
The money stacks
Me and my friends
We're going ham
No love no tears
They will not break me
She got me thinking 'bout our past
No, i ain't taking no sass
($$$)
Got my whole team in the back
Getting money like that!
Pockets hefty like a bag
Ohh and i'm wasted so bad
I guess that i'm just being complex
Yeah
(Counting checks, Counting checks, Getting money)
Flex!
No, i ain't taking no sass
($$$)
Got my whole team in the back
Getting money like that!
Pockets hefty like a bag
Oh and i'm wasted so bad
I guess that i'm just being complex
Yeah
(Counting checks, Counting checks, Getting money)
Flex!
Hopping out a coupe
Tinted out black
XO to them bitches with the nice rack
My Mind running wild
Spoil my night this one stand
Losing all my grip on this couple hundred bandz
Blame it on the spice baby
Not the deadz
Do it couple times i forgot her name
Eighteen with that body looking f*cking great
Damn i bet your daddy didn't know you'd be my next mistake
You probably hate me now
I don't think about you
Can't belive i loved you
(Bitch you is a bad luck!)
Whole team on the main track
Swerving lots of hate now
Don't try to slow me down
Yeah!
(Woah!)
Money in my pockets
Being cheesy with my friends now
Droptop on a 'Cedes
Silver Crown as my bling
You ain't getting nothing but sucking off my drip out
And f*ck my ex posting pictures with her new f*ck!
She got me thinking 'bout our past
No, i ain't taking no sass
($$$)
Got my whole team in the back
Getting money like that!
Pockets hefty like a bag
Ohh and i'm wasted so bad
I guess that i'm just being complex
Yeah
(Counting checks, Counting checks, Getting money)
Flex!
Yeah, She's talking 'bout how feelings turned bad
Waste your time it won't come back
Don't f*ck with mine, I don't want that
Bitch chasing me around won't help
Oh baby is a dime no cap
And i'm falling to the truth that love hurts
All i do is being complex
And i'm buying shoes to match up my clothes
Yeah, but i'm still being sad
Lonely Dead
In my bed
Getting head
Covers red
Drink again
I'm fine with that yeah
Keep counting checks
The money stacks
Me and my friends
We're going ham
No love no tears
They will not break me
She got me thinking 'bout our past
No, i ain't taking no sass
($$$)
Got my whole team in the back
Getting money like that!
Pockets hefty like a bag
Ohh and i'm wasted so bad
I guess that i'm just being complex
Yeah
(Counting checks, Counting checks, Getting money)
Flex!
Writer: Amit Nakash
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid