歌词
Say if you don’t give a fvck and you up cause you’re tryna make a killing
Cause you’re tryna make a killing
Let me see your hands up in the cut if you’re smoking for your feelings
If you’re smoking for your feelings
Why don’t you throw a couple bands at the dancers we finally hit a million
Yea
Oh we finally hit a million
Yea, yea
Man I swear to God that I done sacrificed my whole life for the come up
For the come up
I’m a n!gga tryna rise like the sun
They see my eyes and know I’m blunted
But at least I’m blunting
All the sudden swing in moods that I be in too often
Therе’s a lot of reasons to break but it seizеs to make me
It seize to amaze me
I just seasoned the plate and the team’s eating steak
Man it’s tasting amazing
This me copping liquor by the boatload
Filling up my brothers cup yo that’s my kinfolk
Sip slow
We’ve been reminiscing ‘bout the shit shows
All the shit I let slip I thought I’d miss yo
This yo
Is the new beginning here the intro
Picket fence I rented out a condo with the big bro
Switch clothes
Want a walking closet with some closets in it
Might have an addiction to depositing these offerings like..
Why don’t you throw a couple bands at the dancers we finally hit a million yea
Oh we finally hit a million
Yea, yea
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