Dozens Lyrics

(Fotrill!)

Stacking that guap, get that shit with my bros (bros)

Whole lotta bands right inside of my bag and I covered my wrist up in stones (stones)

They just can't put that shit on the way I do and it ain't gon' never be close (close)

Just look at how much that I made before taxes this year

They be thinkin' it's gross (gross)

Put on like all of my jewelry, they tell me that I just be doing the most (most)

These rappers be sounding the same

I can't tell 'em apart, I be thinking they clones (clones)

Woah

Whatchu wanted, I been counting hundreds (hundreds)

'Bout my money, get it by the dozens (by the dozens)

Got racks coming in, don't worry 'bout me, I'm straight (I'm good)

Something 'bout that lil' watch look funny boy all of your diamonds is fake (woah)

Soon as I walk in, for 'em trynna figure out what I make

Geeked up, booted, lil' bitch I'm up on the moon

Speed up, zoomin', they can't catch me in this coupe (nah)

Hundreds on deck, stop playing with me lil' bitch like nah, for real (real)

I ain't finna take one goddamn break until I got a mill (mill)

Stop it, (stop it) all of my diamonds is flawless

Money too big for the wallet (wallet)

She finna suck it and slop it (slop it)

I'm high as fuck like a rocket (rocket)

They just can't stop me, I'm ballin' (ballin')

I'm gettin' paid just from talkin' (talkin')

Rick Owen boots when I'm walkin' (walkin')

Ah, ah, got racks coming in, don't worry 'bout me, I'm straight (I'm good)

Something 'bout that lil' watch look funny boy all of your diamonds is fake

Soon as I walk in, for 'em trynna figure out what I make

Lil' bitch I'm like a light show all these rocks on my wrist and my chain

Brand new whip so fast, I can't even stay in my lane

Couldn't even say one goddamn word and she already giving me brain

Boy none of these guys in my circle like you, you a lame

Balenci the kicks when I walk, so I promise you and me is just not the same

(Geeked up, booted, lil' bitch I'm up on the moon)

Speed up, zoomin', they can't catch me in this coupe

Hundreds on deck, stop playing with me lil' bitch like nah, for real

I ain't finna take one goddamn break until I got a mill

Stacking that guap, get that shit with my bros (bros)

Whole lotta bands right inside of my bag and I covered my wrist up in stones (stones)

They just can't put that shit on the way I do and it ain't gon' never be close (close)

Just look at how much that I made before taxes this year, they be thinkin' it's gross (gross)

Put on like all of my jewelry, they tell me that I just be doing the most (most)

These rappers be sounding the same

I can't tell 'em apart, I be thinking they clones (clones)

Woah

Whatchu wanted, I been counting hundreds (hundreds)

'Bout my money, get it by the dozens (by the dozens)