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Twenty Thousand
Hip-Hop/Rap
Twenty Thousand was released on August 5, 2025 by HRTBRKTHELABEL as a part of the album Red Rabbit
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Release DateAugust 5, 2025
LabelHRTBRKTHELABEL
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM94

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Juss
Juss
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Justin Smith
Justin Smith
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Juss
Juss
Producer

Lyrics

Locked in
Twenty thousand dollar Face
How it go?
How it go?
I'm locked in
Twenty thousand dollar Check
Just dropped in
My focus on what matters
We are not friends
Too focused to be dealing
With your nonsense
Too blessed for all that bullshit
You be talking
Walk in Neiman Marcus
Drop my pockets
Walk in fo' that brunch
With hella options
I ain't never fold my cards
When **** barking
I just brush it off
My back gon do the talkin
My last two did the same
Just different sheets
Kick me out the same
Just different weeks
Spent ten thousand dollars
In a week
Money in my sleep
Ain't count no sheep
Counting sheep
Counting sheep oh
Counting sheep
Counting sheep oh
They might never get it
I'm hood famous, I don't need you
Yo shit nameless I should bleed you
For all that shit you talkin'
All the shit that you done did to me
A early coffin
But I'm p so found my feet
And now I'm finally walkin'
I put a gravestone on your head
I got them bitches talkin'
Like who gon' take that hoe out first
They pull up side of parkin'
They Smash yo windows
Do you in like I ain't had no option
That's how I want it
But my feelings want you talkin'
For whatever reason
I buy whatever spend whatever
On it every season
I do not want no vendettas
I just don't want you breathing
Flee the scene you took me out
I do not know the reason
Say you care but unaware
Why you put that shit deep in
That knife that you done stabbed me with
That shit ain't never leaving
That shit ain never leaving
That shit just way too deep in
I left Arizona
I aint ever comin back ****
Shawty Broke my heart so I aint
Never gettin back with her
I Aint in my feelings though
My pockets like a fat ****
Tapped in with the mob
My family know he really that ****
That shit untaxable
That's off the books
Bought a brand new Jeep with cash
I ain't even look
Just bought my new one AF1s
For her and all her crooks
I'm locked in
Twenty thousand dollar Check
Just dropped in
My focus on what matters
We are not friends
Too focused to be dealing
With your nonsense
Too blessed for all that bullshit
You be talking
Walk in Neiman Marcus
Drop my pockets
Walk in fo' that brunch
With hella options
I ain't never fold my cards
When **** barking
I just brush it off
My back gon do the talkin
My last two did the same
Just different sheets
Kick me out the same
Just different weeks
Spent ten thousand dollars
In a week
Money in my sleep
Ain't count no sheep
Counting sheep
Counting sheep oh
Counting sheep
Counting sheep oh
They might never get it
Written by: Justin Smith
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