クレジット
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
K Grams
Songwriter
歌詞
Yeah man, long live my boy, man long live Celly, man
Can't stop sayin' they couldn't take it, my baby, they couldn't stand it
For real, ayy, one for the money, two for this coupe
Three for them speeds, yeah, we take 'em on pursuits
****, four for the phones, five for the guys
Six for that mix, we be puttin' on them pies
Seven for the revenue, if you straight, then you eight With us
Nine for this nine, I was puttin' on these hate ****
Ten for my friends who ain't turn a **** in
Count your money and your blessings when you out here gettin' it in
****, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten
****, it's funny how these pussy **** got nine lives
But a real **** stand on all ten, ****
It's crazy how these pussy **** got nine lives
I can hit this pussy **** with this nine, nine times
Me and K goin' crazy, Hide yo bitch or it's a ride
Cause she all on dick, and we ain't really even try
It's a hundred in the safe, another hundred up in Yay
You need a split this 218, A have you slappin' through the day
My **** Trey just caught a 8, he tryna bless me with a Trey
Bro, we gotta catch these plays and line them up by the lake
All these pussies do is hate, but I'ma stay up out they way
Cause me and my **** goin' crazy, Icy chains and Rollies, baby
All these pussies do is hate, but I'ma stay up out they way
Cause me and my **** goin' crazy, Icy chains and Rollies, baby, yeah
One for the money, two for this coupe
Three for them speeds, yeah, we take them on pursuits
****, four for the phones, five for the guys
Six for that mix, we be puttin' on them pies
Seven for the revenue, if you straight, then you eight
With us nine, for this nine, I was puttin' on these hate ****
Ten for my friends who ain't turn a **** in
Count your money and your blessings when you out here getting it in
****, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten
****, it's funny how these pussy **** got nine lives
But a real **** stand on all ten, ****
Ayy, one for the plug, he got them bitches for the low
We buy them bitches whole, bust them down and get them sold
If you wanna cop a book, you gotta buy two or more
Three bows in the car, gotta sell for four more
Like I said before, the food take a five for sure
You spend six K on the pendant that's for a ho
Seven K on my son, kit he only four
Spent eight racks in Louis, bout to go spend nine more
Got ten racks in my pocket, ****, yo, line movin' slow
Eleven lines of Morty, you can get it for the low
Spent twelve racks on my bitch, kit you **** broke
Spent twelve racks on my bitch, kit you **** broke
Written by: K Grams
