Letras
Chain sad, flexin' ass, hatin' ass
Niggas out here tryna count my figures up
Oh, you need to stay the fuck around me
I know you just tryna count my pockets up
Fucking too much, you need to get it up
Stay the fuck from round me
I know all they wanna do is hate, hate, hate
Don't matter, hate, go straight, straight
Just stay the fuck from round me
All you little debating ass hoes
You're conversating bout my clothes and how I roll
You need to stay the fuck from round me
Wait, wait, you're too close
Heard by one here's a new dose
Won't do me like you do most
The industry should do toast
For all these mob members
I just got out last December
Eating Ben and Hunter
They look young and still ride spinners
You're trying to count my pockets dog
I bet you won't remember
What I mean by that you'll lose count
Better start back on them twenties
And I bet I keep these hoes bouncing
And they talk about me plenty
Must've heard about that Louis bag Chanel and the pendant
Wasn't nothing, just a lil something
That get lil trouble in it
You can stay the fuck around me
If you ain't know how I did it
Cause a pussy nigga get red about it
You don't see me with nothing but the mob
Nigga when I'm headin out
Chain sad, flexin' ass, hatin' ass
Niggas out here tryna count my figures up
You need to stay the fuck from round me
I know you just tryin' to count my pockets up
Fuck It's too much, you need to get up
And stay the fuck from round me
I know all they wanna do is hate, hate, hate
Don't matter, hate, go straight, straight
Just stay the fuck from round me
All you lil debatin' ass hoes
You conversatin' 'bout my clothes and how I roll
You need to stay the fuck around me
Man I'm talkin bout these niggas reckless with it