LYRICS

feat. French Montana


Counting 30 money getting faded
Gold chains gold it's nickel plated
Huh, eyes dilated, aaa
Fuck around and you could die later

Phone calls getting faded
I spend 100 large dealer plated
Winning got a woman niggas haters
I was coutin' dirty money getting faded
And if you talkin' bout that money dawg, dawg
Well tell my niggas they could have it all
Countin' money getting faded
Countin' money getting faded

Fuck your mixtape, fuck your compilation
You're no longer in the conversation
I don't do this for the compensation
I don't do shit in moderation
Me and god got our own relation
Fuck a session this a congregation
Fucking bitches that's consummation
I swear to shutters and Obama nation

This energy is intoxicating
I get you drunk off a conversation
Look, they stand and watch and make an observation
Yeah, I'm tryina fuck with no complication, bitch
I ain't one for the confrontation
My Dodge pull up make accommodation for you
Like a holiday or a long vacation for you
We gonn' find a whole new location for you

Phone calls getting faded
I spend 100 large dealer plated
Winning got a woman niggas haters
I was coutin' dirty money getting faded
And if you talkin' bout that money dawg, dawg
Well tell my niggas they could have it all
Countin' money getting faded
Countin' money getting faded

Underground till I'm under ground
Underdog till I'm under god
I could never be one of y'all
I don't fuck with like none of y'all
Hmm, make another comment
Walk around with your under armor like
I won't pull up and put bullets all through your under garments
Yeah, high headed but we cold hearted
If you can't finish why you gone started
Tell his mama I'm so sorry
I sent her roses as bodies under my rose garden, that's so retarded
Damn, I ain't the one for the arguments
I come on pull to your apartment
Then shoot you like I did my alignment
Stay on the truth like an argument
Wait, I think he's on to us
Can we please just get on with it?

Phone calls getting faded
I spend 100 large dealer plated
Winning got a woman niggas haters
I was coutin' dirty money getting faded
And if you talkin' bout that money dawg, dawg
Well tell my niggsa they could have it all
Countin' money getting faded
Countin' money getting faded

Counting 30 money getting faded
Gold chains gold it's nickel plated
Huh, eyes dilated, aaa
Fuck around and you could die later
And if you talkin' bout that money dawg, dawg
Well tell my niggsa they could have it all
You niggas violated, fuck around and get annihilated

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