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600k
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Hip-Hop/Rap
600k was released on May 30, 2025 by 3200/Real Money Counters/Money Is Not Everything Entertainment as a part of the album ThirtyVille
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Release DateMay 30, 2025
Label3200/Real Money Counters/Money Is Not Everything Entertainment
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM126

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tevin Smith
Tevin Smith
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tevin Smith
Tevin Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tevin Smith
Tevin Smith
Executive Producer

Lyrics

Like, I just be there
(Damn, Highxlass, I need this one)
Like
Huh, sometimes bein' in a room is all it takes
If a **** catch me in the wrong move, he gettin' faced
Ain't no way you think you 'bout to out rap me, you **** lazy
Six hundred thousand in my future and I want that shit today, like
Give me my cash right motherfuckin' now
So I can take to the crib with my brothers and bust it down
Huh, you tried to run with a 'bow and got hunted down
This bitch just pissed me off while I was gettin' high, now I'm comin' down
I'm on a Highxlass beat talkin' high-class shit
Huh, they got me way out in the A on some high-class shit
Huh, this a go on any gun, I got a bypass switch
Huh, I be leavin' hoes alone, I let Mike have shit
Like, if a bring a bitch around, then she for him
Huh, if she don't let my **** fuck, then I'm gon' beat her in
Huh, I'm in here kinda high, they think I'm smokin' weed again
Huh, them **** know they fucked, I'm back in here with Ri' again
Huh, and I got Will with me, and I got Freez with me
Huh, and I got Lil' Tay, Baby Tay and Cee with me
Huh, my **** Blade always sleep, so he can't be with me
Said G Herbo 150, guess we 350
Like, it's three hundred fifty stars in here
Huh, if we put ours together, it's three cars in here
Not the cheap ones
I'm talkin' fully loaded BMWs, Rolls-Royces and Beamers
Fuck the leechers
I got high yesterday, went to a game and left my cup under the bleachers
I can't believe it
Huh, me and Mike just went, thirty, thirty, thirty, back-to-back, so we even
I'm not no drug addict, but every day I pop a Perc', a Oxy and drink lean to get my lung active
I got gun habit, I promise I never ran from a **** but I had to, I'll bust backwards
Huh, and that's no cap
If I ever got into with a ****, I shot first, I didn't blow back
Huh, but I did just get caught slippin'
But he ain't here to tell nobody 'bout that shit, I made God get him
Huh, you bet' not pick my double cup up, it's some dog in it
I ain't mix it with no pop, it's some raw Trisha
Fuck I look like watchin' Power? All the stars with me
It's fuck the Mitten up and movin' to the A, now this our city
Huh, my Jeep don't wanna let you in it, guess my car picky
Huh, I never had a white girl once, I ain't call Vicky
Huh, I'm on my way to the doctors, I got my cough difference
I'm still the same **** but when you make some pape', it make you talk different
I can tug a big Drac', I'm not gon' walk different
Two of my brothers dead, I'm sick I ain't got CJ or Walk with me
Huh, I'm glad I started winnin' now, I done lost plenty
Huh, I got five Glocks in my name, I haven't tossed any
The police to 'em from me
I wonder if I go hit a play around the corner, is that some crooked money?
Huh, sometimes I sit in my living room and just look at money
I'm in the A by myself, I told my brothers, grab some hookers for me
Come on
Real Money Counter, M.I.N.E. shit, bitch
It's Thirty
Written by: Tevin Smith
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