Yeah
Now count it 5 10 yeah 15 20 25 30 yeah get the money throw it in the furnace
Yeah, this should be funny burn it just to burn it swag drip
I used to rock a toboggan headphones around my neck trying to be like shady
Not a phone that's in my pocket seem to keep vibrating.
I got all these ronnie bennett's trying to be my baby trying to fiance me
I take the steering wheel and drive them girls beyond crazy
I'm on a song with my idol I'm a cold-blooded version of the song title
I put these diamonds in the ring like they was Shawn Michaels
I can't put the Louis V inside the watch cycle
I take this * to the cleaners
Bout to cop me a Beamer,
I got a special demeanor
She was mine when I seen her,
I'm getting meaner and meaner
Call the front desk and ask for a steamer
I'm a bitch bagger,
not a Twitch streamer
I'm eating pizza in Little Italy,
damn I used to hit Caesars
She bout to finish but wait a minute,
it gets deeper Same kid just a bit sleeker
Now count it, 5, 10,
yeah, 15, 20,
25, 30
Yeah, get the money,
throw it in the furnace
Yeah, this * be funny,
burn it just to burn it Listen,
uh, they say my killin's horrendous
How you still in the business?
Rich as hell and it's feelin' tremendous
Marm, Duke's chillin' in Venice
Compliments of an eldest descendant
Give hell with these ratings
This * only propel my ascension
I held my position in any situation that's needed
This year I'm shittin' on niggas for the way we was treated
I see the impact of all of my creations increasing
My stamp in time with these pantheons,
it all was divine
I'm in this moment of my life where * is falling in line
Looking back I swear to God you'd think it all was designed
A true groupie script,
I can't really ever * no groupie bitch
All she got is diamonds on her mind on some Uzi *
A whole generation of geniuses I'm influencing
I only hang with real niggas who I'm congruent with
I manifest nothing less than the best outcome
Just watch my moves with this next album
Now count it, 5, 10,
yeah, 15, 20, 25, 30
Yeah, get the money,
throw it in the furnace
Yeah, this * be funny,
burn it just to burn it
Swag dripping from me
My sentences are harsh,
every single bar's like a verdict
I say it with conviction,
but this time you're not gonna serve it
But as soon as I read it,
you know that you're about to get murdered
When I capital punish,
they put you in a box like a juror Heh,
if there's a rapper I have innate
Where we ain't battle,
either that or they won't collaborate
Cause you had to pay for freestyle,
we'll settle that debate
I call it guillotine style,
cause even off the head I decapitate
Yeah,
bitch I go harder than Carter III
But I think you thought it just thought of me,
she got a body and bottom like Cardi B
And she be stalking me like I was Spock,
only I'm getting brain now like a lobotomy
You probably thinking you had that * in the bag like it's a colostomy
Meets a red alert,
you better skirt But try to get on my level first
Bitch I'd have to shovel dirt And dig a hole to get on yours
You bum bum, look at your broke ass That's why you're a bum bum
Cause your * is so ass
You're a little gun gun,
she spits it goes hop do
Only L that I ever took was when I lost proof
Only time that I ever got served was that lawsuit
When Ma sued, but bitch get out of pocket And I might have cost you
Homicides up the wazoo,
chain guard He probably got more body yaddy yaddies
than John do Just call Snoop and I talk to him
We all cool, Dre me and the dog good doc
We got you Got a castle with a solid gold floor
No I don't, I don't even got a boat in order
We got a chauffeur but I like to showbore
You don't wanna * around,
we'll start no war
20 more years I'd probably go for
Just like your lip and you got a cold sore
My * is like motherfuckin' herpes
You ain't never gonna say I don't got it no more
Bitch, literally just look pretty mute
Kidding me, dying laughing's the only way
You're killing me, I'm getting rid of ya
Get clapped, the committee of the wittiest
Bitch, I'll snap the cativia
You wanna get silly with the bars
I'm frivolous but I'm as gritty and litty
As my city, you see sides till I die
Bitch, I will rap till the end like a chameleon
They can't even stink with the pens in,
can't even sink like a faucet
How the * do I even think of this ridiculous *?
I'm a quarter of a century deep and I can't be beat
To the day me and the Grim reap meat,
I'm 10 toes down,
so I'm 6 feet deep
Windows down on the Benz G,
jeep hollering at a bimbo
Beep beep beep, she says she fucks with a MTV
To the MV side,
be slim CD I can see why you envy me,
you get no ass like an MTC
So this * comes with a warning for all you punks and you corny little fucks
I woke up on my * * this morning
Now count it, 5, 10,
yeah 15, 20,
25, 30
Yeah, get the money,
throw it in the furnace
Yeah, this * be funny,
earn it just to burn it
Swag dripping from me yeah I'm a
Yeah,
I'm a