fentychrome

holden cassada

Bitch, where all the money at
I've been making ten every week
Said she was an animal, leech
this lifestyle ain't cheap , I done spent a hundred, I been on the street

Hatties ain't at the bank on vacation, they out paying fees
I can break rules cause I can pay fees
Shit, I done been ready for this, this money ain't nothing new
I hit the bank, drop deposit , I promise the hundreds is always blue

Give me precious, got a lot in my belly, can't always go drop the roof
Where the fuck all the money at? I'm countin racks
Wait, take a look on my wrist, all these diamonds be flashing
Wait, I been going crazy, I'm out here spazzing

I be carrying money, I know that it's facts
I keep on balling, I know that I'm back
Back against the wall, bitches want the ball casamigo fall? Can't trust a bitch, know how to ball

Painting , I think this is it, she bad, fabulous
Fly across the country, I been getting rich, as a bitch
All the racks, can't even keep count of them
All the pussies, I can't even count on them

Ain't no loving this shit, you can't count on them
All this cash in my hands ain't no stopping me
What? Just hit the lottery

I get a cold rush, all the way down my spine

Some of y'all I can't trust, everybody on my side
We been up all night, dodging them lights
Something don't feel too right, going up, ain't that right
Get the fuck out my sight, I only feel too nice

Little bitch, I told you twice
Get the fuck out my life, going up with my knife
Fuck around, lose your life, fuck around, lose your life
I been glowing up with my life

Just hit the lottery, play with my dick like it's pottery
Draining the fuck shit out of me, yeah
Mama been proud of me, yeah
Keep it on track, count up these racks

Can't go back, we gone too far
Look at this lore , on my lord
You a little warm, fuck on the floor
Fuck in the door, fuck on the floor

Fuck on the door, fuck on the floor
Fuck on the floor, think I don't want it
Kick out the door, give me some more
I got some more, I got some dope

Stay in my mood, staying alone
You're not my hoe, fuck in my bro
Act like I don't know, probably know
I fucked it up, first of the month

Second to what, second to none
I count it up, I run it up
I fuck it up, check in a month
Check in a month, check in a month

Check in a month, running them numbers up
Im bouta drop this tape
Everybody been so goddamn late
Look at the looks on they face

Fuck all y'all, y'all some J's
Fuck all y'all, y'all some J's

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