Adamn Killa
Adamn Killa
Adamn Killa
Adamn Killa
Adamn Killa
Adamn Killa
Adamn Killa
Adamn Killa
Adamn Killa & Lil Uzi Vert
Adamn Killa
Adamn Killa
Adamn Killa
Adamn Killa
Adamn Killa
Adamn Killa
Adamn Killa
Adamn Killa
Adamn Killa
Adamn Killa
Adamn Killa
Adamn Killa
Adamn Killa
Adamn Killa
Adamn Killa
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Adamn Killa
[Intro]
I can't fuck with ya'll
I can't fuck with ya'll
I'm Adamn baby
I can't fuck with ya'll
2020 is my year
2020 is my year
2020 is my year
Or 21 is my year
What are years, yeah, yeah
[Hook]
I remember I didn't have nothing and I woke up real, real hungry
And I went down to the kitchen and I didn't have nothing to eat
Now I wake up in the morning and I go get to the money
What I made today, in my pocket, could've got some Margiela feet
Now I can't trust none of my homies cause I'm getting too much damn money
And I gotta family to feed, can't have nobody plotting on me
I can't kick it with no phonies, do it look like I'm a goalie?
But I'm ballin every day like I got soccer cleats on me
[Verse]
My fingers itching for that money
I get racks from Sunday to Sunday
I don't skip a day, no hump day
And my pockets looking bumpy
Crack your melon, humpty dumpty
These Balmain, no Banana Republic
Get the money the only subject
I ain't worried bout none of ya'll buddies
I can't fuck with ya'll
I don't know none of ya'll
I'm ballin, lacrosse
I am a money hog
Got tricks like Tony Hawk
I'm sorry I'm a boss
They a Adamn knock off
Saw the puzzle like Jigsaw
Only fuck with my two dawgs
Polo on my drawers
Red up on my car
My pockets looking diseased
I can see the nosebleeds
Ya'll are gold on my teeth
Why the hating on me
I get racks in my sleep
$1,200 for both feet
Baby suck my ding-a-ling
Every day wear the same jeans
Only money what I think (Only money what I think)
Yeah, my fingers itchin, itchin, itchin for the money
Niggas laughing when you broke but now that shit not funny
I walked in the store and I couldn't buy shit, I was hungry
[Hook]
I remember I didn't have nothing and I woke up real, real hungry
And I went down to the kitchen and I didn't have nothing to eat
Now I wake up in the morning and I go get to the money
What I made today, in my pocket, could've got some Margiela feet
Now I can't trust none of my homies cause I'm getting too much damn money
And I have a family to feed, can't have nobody plotting on me
I can't kick it with no phonies, do it look like I'm a goalie?
But I'm ballin every day like I got soccer cleats on me
Cletes was produced by MikeMadeaHitter.