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Lil Purpp bless your trap, huh? I count big bucks, keep a thing tucked I count big bucks Oh my God, Ronny I count big bucks, keep a thing tucked We can get up, nigga, we can get up Chopper leave a nigga doin' sit-ups That's yo' hoe? I fucked that bitch, she brought her sister And I hit it 'til the morning, then I dipped her Yeah, dripped up, yeah bitch I'm Ricked up 100 bands at Neiman Marcus, nigga, catch up All that fu shit on your neck gon' get you rashed up Swear I'm flexin' on these niggas, bitch, I sauce Niggas fallin' off the game, and I'm the cause I swear to God these niggas pussy, menopause You get no money, lil' nigga, hold applause I count big bucks, keep a thing tucked I count big bucks, keep a thing tucked I count big bucks, keep a thing tucked I count big bucks, keep a thing tucked Gucci Gang, Gucci Gang, we just hit a stain And I came with two pistols like I'm Max Payne Six O's in my bank, I can't think the same You got your mind around these bitches, we don't think the same Damn, and I sip on Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock', Wock' Pop a Perc', then I Xan', then I drop I just pulled up to my show to drop the top Krispy Kreme, I'm doin' donuts in the lot I count big bucks, keep a thing tucked I count big bucks, keep a thing tucked I count big bucks, keep a thing tucked I count big bucks, keep a thing tucked Lil Purpp
Writer(s): Omar Jeffery Pineiro, Ronald Spence Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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