Amount! Lyrics

Oo

What? (Yeah)

Yeah, yeah, huh (ah)

I could just get it and go, nigga like me rack up a hundred of those (yeah)

I'm the type nigga that fuck yo bitch, she the type nigga go and fuck yo bro (woah)

Nigga like me get straight to the bag and I do that fast not slow (yeah, yeah)

I don't want that cash, need gold

Need that when I'm young and old (ah)

And when I touch the bag it's trickling down, nigga like any amount

And when I touch the bag it's tricking down, nigga like any amount yeah

And when I touch the bag it's trickling down, nigga like any amount

And when I touch the bag it's trickling down, nigga like any amount yeah

Any amount? (Woah)

What the fuck that mean, just count (just count)

Niggas don't touch no swag, get out (get out)

Nigga broad got my swag right in her mouth yeah (right in her mouth woah)

Any amount! (Woah)

What the fuck these niggas be 'bout? (Be 'bout)

Nigga it's nothing so honestly that shit irrelevant, these niggas be pussy the ain't gonna settle it

Put us all in a room, I'm the one that's gonna talk 'bout the elephant (yeah)

Nigga, pressure's my element

Niggas think I don't know but I know, I be acting incredulous

You'd be sick if you knew how many times I fucked ya bitch, nigga you need some medicine

You in a deficit, nigga I'm gonna win every time that shit is indefinite (woah, woah)

K'myn who's better than?

I don't know bro, 'cause I'm the one

Nigga like me been had the god complex, so to me I already won

I talked to the bitch like once, she give me what I want yeah

Cuz she like my swag and I got a buzz

I went up everybody my cousin

Bitches want me 'cause I do what I does

Thirty on me I got this ugh!

And I don't really get mad at nothing, 'cause I don't really give a fuck 'bout nothing

(Yeah, yeah, woah, woah)

And I don't really get mad at nothing, 'cause I don't really give a fuck 'bout nothing

And when I touch the bag, trickling down, nigga like any amount

And when I touch the bag it's tricking down, nigga like any amount, uh

And when I touch the bag it's trickling down, nigga like any amount

And when I touch the bag, trickling down, nigga like any amount, huh!

Swear to God, just gave my boy like twenty

I don't really give a fuck 'bout money, bad ass bitch trying to fuck 'cause I'm funny

Already done cracked her buddy (yeah, uh)

All in my safe, just touched one-twenty

I ain't talking 'bout Pockets yeah, I'm popping, yeah

I ain't even gotta get it, I got it yeah

Fucked bitches in college yeah, my freshman year

I ain't even wear a rubber 'cause a nigga ain't care

I be all outside 'cause a nigga ain't scared

Goat from Hoodwinked, niggas prepared

I be all in the Port with the broads in pairs, like bitch get off me, give me some air (woah Woah)

I know she wanna give me that mouth

'Cause I'm making any amount

And when I touch the bag, trickling down, nigga like any amount

And when I touch the bag it's tricking down, nigga like any amount, uh

And when I touch the bag it's trickling down, nigga like any amount

And when I touch the bag, trickling down, nigga like any amount, huh!