Letras
Yeah
Recognise
Bronzeman
Wattup
Money to the ceiling
From million dollar dealings
You in the way of a bullet from the spot of a villain
I am at a finer billing
Shit I like to kill it
Complements from women
My entire linen
This that diamond life
Check how I'm shining bright
You can't stare for long I could blind your sight
These hoes is lice show they behind for likes
I plan to rule the world when the time is right
You niggas stay as a bitch
Still stained with shit
I pass brain's to bitch
When I aim the fifth
Moved game of fish
I turned the pain to bliss
I fix the change
Now it's champagne or the best
Yay
I reach my goals for the set pieces
Fucking shack cause I'm constantly moving chest pieces
Send you heaven cause you ain't met Jesus
Cut from a different cloth I belong to the best species
Hand count the cake
Let it circulate
Ain't no poverty
Increase the murder rate
Dead Presidents
Cobra face Lorenz Tate
Low money make my hand shake
Hand count the cake
Yeah
Hand count the cake
Let it circulate
Ain't no poverty
Increase the murder rate
Dead presidents cobra face
Lorenz Tate
Low money make my hand shake
Hand count the cake
Not all that glitter gold
All my niggas cold
My killers on the road
They kill you for the law
Kill you for the glaw
I do it for the dog
Make it clear to the sheep
I am still a goat
Any day roofless
Y'all know who the truth is
Don't even try to count me out
You will look stupid
A lot of niggas stoofess
Fire where the roof is
Ain't no love in
Niggas that shot the Cupid
Between the mag double
Bitch I blast couples or they can get their face dent from these brass knuckles
Big arms and I ain't talking mad muscle
Get high on your own supply that's bad hustle
Still I'm more vegans
This scar season, this scar speaking
Burn all heathens
Yay the greatest undeniable maniacal the West that I fall
But still high I go
Hand count the cake
Let it circulate
Ain't no poverty
Increase the murder rate
Dead Presidents
Cobra face Lorenz Tate
Low money make my hand shake
Hand count the cake
Yeah
Hand count the cake
Let it circulate
Ain't no poverty
Increase the murder rate
Dead presidents cobra face
Lorenz Tate
Low money make my hand shake
Hand count the cake