fentychrome Lyrics

Bitch, where all the money at

I've been making ten every week

Said she was an animal, leech

this lifestyle ain't cheap , I done spent a hundred, I been on the street

Hatties ain't at the bank on vacation, they out paying fees

I can break rules cause I can pay fees

Shit, I done been ready for this, this money ain't nothing new

I hit the bank, drop deposit , I promise the hundreds is always blue

Give me precious, got a lot in my belly, can't always go drop the roof

Where the fuck all the money at? I'm countin racks

Wait, take a look on my wrist, all these diamonds be flashing

Wait, I been going crazy, I'm out here spazzing

I be carrying money, I know that it's facts

I keep on balling, I know that I'm back

Back against the wall, bitches want the ball casamigo fall? Can't trust a bitch, know how to ball

Painting , I think this is it, she bad, fabulous

Fly across the country, I been getting rich, as a bitch

All the racks, can't even keep count of them

All the pussies, I can't even count on them

Ain't no loving this shit, you can't count on them

All this cash in my hands ain't no stopping me

What? Just hit the lottery

I get a cold rush, all the way down my spine

Some of y'all I can't trust, everybody on my side

We been up all night, dodging them lights

Something don't feel too right, going up, ain't that right

Get the fuck out my sight, I only feel too nice

Little bitch, I told you twice

Get the fuck out my life, going up with my knife

Fuck around, lose your life, fuck around, lose your life

I been glowing up with my life

Just hit the lottery, play with my dick like it's pottery

Draining the fuck shit out of me, yeah

Mama been proud of me, yeah

Keep it on track, count up these racks

Can't go back, we gone too far

Look at this lore , on my lord

You a little warm, fuck on the floor

Fuck in the door, fuck on the floor

Fuck on the door, fuck on the floor

Fuck on the floor, think I don't want it

Kick out the door, give me some more

I got some more, I got some dope

Stay in my mood, staying alone

You're not my hoe, fuck in my bro

Act like I don't know, probably know

I fucked it up, first of the month

Second to what, second to none

I count it up, I run it up

I fuck it up, check in a month

Check in a month, check in a month

Check in a month, running them numbers up

Im bouta drop this tape

Everybody been so goddamn late

Look at the looks on they face

Fuck all y'all, y'all some J's

Fuck all y'all, y'all some J's