Turquoise

Money count goin up and up and down I just Bought a new whip, pockets lost a couple pounds Take me now oh lord, can't go another round Can't go another night, without a hundred thou Creepin through my city, summer nights the windows down Blunt to the sky, ten toes on the ground I'm too young to be the type to f*ck around (Hey) Checks mixed in with some puppy chow (Hey) Clock tickin hear that - I can't wait around Moving faster than the hands tryna make them proud All my grams stay off the Gram, but I got that loud I got a pound, that shit coming in from Cali now I don't pout I get shit done, I do not f*ck around My work was calling me but I was up in another town For the big names we the brick layers In this sick game we the risk takers Raise the Bic flame, cuz I'm sick of waiting Need a lil shit for the big paper (Money count, money count goin up and up and down I just) All these fucking problems I got several at hand Need the weed budget up in several grand Light bulb above my head I look like Edison man And I snatch it out the air, then I sell it to fans (Bitch) Money count goin up and up and down I just Bought a new whip, pockets lost a couple pounds Take me now oh lord, can't go another round Can't go another night, without a hundred thou Creepin through my city, summer nights the windows down Blunt to the sky, ten toes on the ground I'm too young to be the type to f*ck around (Hey) Checks mixed in with some puppy chow (Hey) Follow your heart, and it can lead you to riches You, followed your dick, sittin wishin for bitches Fuckin kiddin caught by kitten boy go get you a mission Flick a Bic with the ignition like baby Weezy went missin (Uh) Kisses with my misses, give a f*ck bout all you bitches If a rapper wanna beef well then I know he got no digits I was ballin in a Civic with my blonde thing Bridget Chasing money by the minute, let's get to winnin (yuh) Break bread with my bros and then we pop a toast I can't f*ck with her, shorty always do the most Money never do me wrong imma keep it close Sea green colored shades got me flying low Scarping our wallets to make it through college Can't make a deposit because you afraid of a dollar Tame as Impala, the same as some fodder Creating the scholars who waiting to follow Tragic, we like a flame to the matchstick Propane when reacting, I be the way this happens Roads paved when we snappin, whole game is like entrapment I'm gettin bored, don't make me f*ck around and flip the board This a rat race, could f*ck around and give a tour It ain't bout my money bout that green It's gon get ignored Money count goin up and up and down I just Bought a new whip, pockets lost a couple pounds Take me now oh lord, can't go another round Can't go another night, without a hundred thou Creepin through my city, summer night the windows down Blunt to the sky, ten toes on the ground I'm too young to be the type to f*ck around (Hey) Checks mixed in with some puppy chow (Hey)