Lyrics

Hey Couldn't care less About a thing u have to say I'm a youngin' getting paid In my bag, that's where I stay Smoke the weed, don't hit the hay In the booth, I never sleep. I stay stacking up the G's Call me Curry, shooting deep You a joke, you a hoax You a fan of gettin' sweeped I don't know, go for broke Don't just fucking look at me Yeah I get it, but I don't Shit ain't simple as it seems I ain't never going home I'm too busy counting cheese Yeah I can not lie They been waitin' on ya boy to flop That will not happen (Nope) Been in the game for a minute And I can not stop Like a runny nose You need a napkin You mad cause you is a has-been. I'm on the beat I be mackin' Momma was mad I was sagging I got the money, I'm young I'ma go run up a sum I walk around with that drum I do not do this for fun Now, don't go and try this at home What good is having 2 phones? Why this bitch giving me dome? I run a team, call me Jerry Jones I am so bad to the bone (Bad to the bone) Had to go get on my owns (Get on my owns) She said she like my cologne (Like my cologne) When in Vegas when in Rome (Rome) I bet you don't like my tone (Tone) Mad cause I'm counting my dough (Dough) I bet you don't like my tone Mad cause I got on my owns (Got on my owns, bitch) Couldn't care less About a thing u have to say I'm a youngin' getting paid In my bag, that's where I stay Smoke the weed, don't hit the hay In the booth, I never sleep. I stay stacking up the G's Call me Curry, shooting deep You a joke, you a hoax You a fan of gettin' sweeped I don't know, go for broke Don't just fucking look at me Yeah I get it, but I don't Shit ain't simple as it seems I ain't never going home I'm too busy counting cheese Yeah Raining on everything Make it tropical You cannot touch me Martellus Bennett Stealing inception Wit' yo' bitch on the same plate This not no play date You stuck on that Nae Nae Monday Tuesday Wednesday Through Thursday Friday Everyday is my pay day Always been bumping and grinding, aye Always been shining and styling, aye How could it be? I never had me an ex Relationship with my checks Stand then address the attack Shark attack Collecting the breeze from the East Coast Mans retarded, you not about it Outfit unavailable Only worn it once Overexposed, you only live once Call me Lil Uzi, I do what I want Do what I want Do what I want Do what I want
Writer(s): Deontre Jackson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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