enigma

All the money I be counting

I need an accountant

Money be surrounding

Yeah I told that hoe to count it

I be smoking gas we could go pound for pound bih

Put some LuLu on her butt,now she wetter than a fountain

LuLu Lemon

Put my face up in her melons

These niggas be telling

Nigga you know just how i'm stepping

Yeah you know what i'm repping

Im a Bark Boy don't gotta tell em

I get racks my nigga I spend em

These niggas broke man they need pension

I ain't gon show that hoe attention

Ima treat her like she dead, she cant get up in my section

And I know these nigga be fed, ain't finna give em a sentence

If you wanna play then we blend em

FTA my nigga we end em

ARP's and Mac 11's

We gon send your ass to heaven, on God

I put that shit right on the Lord my nigga

I walk in i'm buying the store my nigga

I put her in Juicy Couture my nigga

Margiela on me cant afford my nigga

Im sipping on drank had to score my nigga

For Kartier throw a four my nigga

For Bartier I be kicking in doors

You know how it go

I be stuck up in my Glo

Smoking on cookie no Oreo

Nigga you know me I dont trust these hoes

Nigga i'm in the trap where the sun don't show

When I hit a lick I don't take my phone

Gotta glock on me better watch your tone

Cause I promise you wont make it home, on God

Keep playing with me like a nigga ain't on that

He wanna talk down but a nigga gon get blown back

Bitch it's BBFTA we got choppas just like Iraq