Life sucks but my living got me looking good
Turn my ears up,
turn my ears up,
turn my ears up
Tryna get my place down
A hundred grand on my wrist, yeah life sucks
And * the club,
now I got brother Calvin reading books
A hundred grand on my living got me looking good
And * the club,
now I got brother Calvin reading books
Turn my ears up,
I'm tryna get my place down And look,
look dog,
I'd rather count a million bucks
A hundred grand on my living got me looking good And * the club,
now I got brother Calvin reading books
A hundred grand on my wrist,
yeah life sucks And * the club,
now I got brother Calvin reading books
And if I'm short,
give me a week I'ma stack it back up and pull up on the air
Stuck it with swankers up under my truck A hundred grand on my wrist,
life,
life sucks
And * the club,
I'm at the same count,
a million bucks
And if I'm short,
give me a week I'ma stack it back up and pull up on the air
Stuck it with swankers up under my truck
Tell them bitches I'm out of pocket,
get this
door Plus I need that phantom with that top,
that
reverse on the whole And on the low,
they see my hood,
motivated
By blood,
that's why I got six,
I six inside the spell,
the same color as snow
The game was lost,
but tell them niggas I made it here late
I got called up,
posted at Vinny,
Hanna,
Eden,
Rice,
and State
Life sucks,
but my living got me looking great That's
why I'm in these streets like I'm homeless
Trying to make something shake Bitch,
I'm an * trying to get my gangsta on
Bitch,
I'm an ass trying to,
trying to get my gangsta on
Bitch,
I'm an * trying to get my gangsta on
Burn it in my pocket for niggas who agree that gangsta wrong
These swankers,
swangers got me tipping in the gangsta zone
So tell the hood I got them another classic ass gangsta song
A hundred grand on my wrist,
yeah,
life sucks And * the club,
now I got brother Calvin
murder
It's J Tone,
yeah I'd rather count a million bucks
* him,
him,
make niggas do about a million tucks
I got these bitches for a ransom,
I duct tape em up
I'm good with them throwaways,
I use em and then I break em up
I get a ton of,
ton of thorns,
runnin' with a ton of guns
I like,
like,
hoes up and collect a ton of thorns
Get to the trap and fill the trash up with a ton of wands
I wish,
I wish to clean it up and make a couple loans
I'm in the first year of my twenties,
pockets never emptied
A couple more years,
couple drops and then bust em Bentley
Six, twelve, chunk up, making sure niggas hit me
This ABN across my chest,
making sure niggas fit me
I'm from the south,
but getting money is all we do
I'm in the hood,
blowing,
drawing,
bagging and screwing
I'm from the south,
but getting money is all we do
I'm in the hood,
blowing,
drawing,
bagging and screwing
I'm from the south,
but getting money is all we do
I'm in the hood,
blowing,
drawing,
bagging and screwing
The nigga,
nigga that'll throw diamonds on every tooth
Sitting so low on them foes when I'm coming through
A hundred grand on my wrist, yeah life sucks
And * the gloves,
I'd rather count a million bucks
A hundred grand on my wrist,
yeah life sucks A hundred grand on my wrist,
yeah life sucks
A hundred grand on my wrist, yeah life sucks
And pop a hand dog, I'm trying to go to Mexico
I'm back home so you know I'm back stacking cash
Nigga paid me,
paid me full I sit back and had a laugh
Thought they was in the game,
they only did half the math
* em say I'm subtracting this cash so they half as mad
I'm back home so you know I'm back stacking cash
Nigga say they paid me full I sit back and had a laugh
Thought they was in the game,
they only did half the math
* em say I'm subtracting this cash so they half as mad
This year we really gon' see who get money
It's here,
it's here homie,
food don't touch,
I'll sign me
Running through the neighborhood looking all bummy,
bars bar something from me I'm like hell nah,
I'm done,
hell nah This round I got my mind on getting major currency
I'ma be a wealthy ass gangsta until they bury me I'm putting
mama in the big house with a big truck My nigga life sucks,
I'd rather count a million bucks A hundred grand on my wrist,
yeah life sucks And * the gloves,
dog a brother we can,
we can put
my hands on,
I'm trying to count my cash sucks A buck a kilo,
dog a brother we can count
my money and trucks A hundred grand,
mama,
my nigga life sucks
If life's not wrong,
I'll never count a million bucks A hundred grand on my wrist,
yeah life
sucks And * the hands,
dog,
I'm trying to count
my cash sucks