Grammy Choppa

I’m not in the mood

Catch me chillin by the pool

Sippin pina coladas

Tryna drink these problems

Put my phone on DND

Bout to blow like TNT

Told these bitches don’t call me up

Tell these bitches I’ll BRB

Only thing I want to count is M’s

I can’t even really count on friends

I can’t even really count on accounting

7 figures in the bank who’s counting

Got the life they wished on a fountain

Swimming in the money feels like drowning

Wrist lookin like Rocky Mountains

Neck looking like shits astounding

I’m looking like so astonishing

That number one hot commodity

Fuck all of that fake camaraderie

Fuck all of these worn out wannabes

Can I be real

For real

For real

I wanna be real

For real

For real

Really doe

Put this on everything

I’ll probably win a Grammy how I let the choppa sang

Ddddd

Really doe

I guess I can’t complain

I’ll take these money problems over fucking with these lames

Lotta people be faking shit

Acting like they can bake and shit

But you don’t really got no bread

You ain’t never popped no lead

You ain’t never got no pussy poppin

When it comes to ops got endless options

When its time to talk I get to walking

Bitches getting dropped like label prospects

Oh my god

I think i might have came too hot

And I don’t know if you could tell

When they go low I go to hell

Can I be real

For real

For real

I wanna be real

For real

For real

Really doe

Put this on everything

I’ll probably win a Grammy how I let the choppa sang

Ddddd