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6 Figures
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Hip-Hop/Rap
6 Figures was released on July 27, 2023 by GET MONEY REGARDLESS LLC as a part of the album Sheff
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AlbumSheff
Release DateJuly 27, 2023
LabelGET MONEY REGARDLESS LLC
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM97

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Heff
Heff
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
BassoBeatz
BassoBeatz
Composer
Heff
Heff
Lyrics

Lyrics

I guess that shit wasn't good enough
All these numbers that we putting up
All these bitches want to get in touch
Same phone line you can hit me up
And we do the same thing I do it bigger but
Tryna get that bag 6 figures, yeah
Never go out sad **** mad I'm that ****, yeah
And my bitch is bad, so bad i take her anywhere
No we not playing fair
Brand new AMG
It's the latest year
Watch what you say to me
'Cause we will take it there
My heart like 8 degrees
It got that pain in there
Riding with my lady, yeah
Bout to do 180, yeah
I'm a wavy baby, yeah
Bitches kinda crazy, yeah
How she trying to play me when I'm fucking wavy, yeah
Rocking all these diamonds and it feel just like the AC
I only shop at SAKS and I never shop at Macy's, yeah
I'm walking out with big bags, I only spend blue faces, yeah
All these **** BIG mad
'Cause they don't go no patience, yeah
They don't got no patience, yeah
They don't got no sense
Rocking all these VV's, now I got it drenched
Amiri on my denims, stepping in some TIMS
Smokin' on gelato, the pound get dense
Rollie no Movado 41 inch
I guess that shit wasn't good enough
All these numbers that we putting up
All these bitches want to get in touch
Same phoneline you can hit me up
And we do the same thing, I do it bigger but
Tryna get that bag 6 figures, yeah
Never go out sad **** mad, I'm that **** yeah
And my bitch is bad, so bad I take her anywhere
Bullets that's my favorite wear
Send the addy meet me there
Tell you secrets keep it there
I ain't tryna argue this year
Help her out the foreign blew her draws in the air
When they take a look at me, I know they stop and stare
Yellow VV's on my tee and it say caution, yeah
Got her spilling all her tea like she from Boston, yeah
I tell her go shorty go
Just don't hit my phone
'Cause I don't really like you in a crib all alone
I'm a dog where my bone
And Brodie need a zone
And shorty got her own
She ain't dancing on no pole
She flipped the camera on the low
Ain't do enough for me
I got this shit right out the mud I'm living comfortably
Code word Giannis mean you better have a buck for me
**** passing fake cookies **** be disgusting me
Jump right off the flight I'm all American in Beverly
She can't even get wid me told her ass she had to schedule me
I told her take her clothes off hit me on FaceTime
Never ran from shit I seen my demons had to face mine (Huh)
I smell the Za like a K9
I got this trey 9 and I know where to place mine
I'm boud my green like I'm draymond
I spent so many bands on jpay my **** Facetime
I guess that shit wasn't good enough
All these numbers that we putting up
All these bitches want to get in touch
Same phoneline, you can hit me up
And we do the same thing i do it bigger but
Tryna get that bag 6 figures, yeah
Never go out sad **** mad, I'm that **** yeah
And my bitch is bad, so bad I take her anywhere, Huh
Written by: BassoBeatz, Heff
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