How many

[Intro]
(Walk down that bih)
(Walk down that bih huh huh)

[Chorus]
We incomparable
Yo' shit so damn trash, yeah it's terrible
Made some money, now, bitch I feel like goin'
Up, up, up
Up, up, up, up
Cus' how many times I lit that bitch up
They had to run out screamin
Cus' how many times I lit that bitch up
They had to run out screamin
Cus' how many times I made some bread
And they was down bad, feignin'
Cus' how many times I made some bread
And they was down bad, feignin'

[Verse 1]
Hate on me, yeah you got a reason
Wanna be like me, keep on dreamin'
I'm off codeine, bitch I'm leanin'
Goin' up, man, fuck the ceilin'
If I make a beat, I kill it
Private jet, don't need no ticket
Told yo bitch I'll pay a visit
Told yo bitch I'm him, she like "yeah, I believe that"
She said that she love me I'm like "damn, do you mean that?"
I can never chill, never sittin' on no beanbag
Yeah they stole my style, hunnit times I done seen that

[Chorus]
We incomparable
Yo' shit so damn trash, yeah it's terrible
Made some money, now, bitch I feel like goin'
Up, up, up
Up, up, up, (up)
Cus' how many times I lit that bitch up
They had to run out screamin
Cus' how many times I lit that bitch up
They had to run out screamin
Cus' how many times I made some bread
And they was down bad, feignin'
Cus' how many times I made some bread
And they was down bad, feignin'