How Many

[Verse 1]
Drop the top when I wanna and let my wrist breathe
Rappers gassing bout they're trappers in their sixteen
But their lies work, they just sold the kids dreams
Never had no white birds like Mis-Teeq
Spent years in the ends, had to flip P's
Nine years in the Benz, not a six speed
When you stand out it's hard to be discreet
You know me, I'm hitting Sloane Street this week
Cloth talk, need it for the low, you need a lot more
Made it from the bottom to the top floor
Saying that he on it but I'm not sure
Watch how my chain costs more than a box raw
Why he saying he a boss for?
Might switch the Mеrc for a drop Porsche
Getting money at a fast pacе
I need a crib like Scarface

[Hook]
Say they got birds, how many?
Say they got racks, how many?
Say they got straps, how many?
I put in years, how many?
Blood sweat and tears, how many?
Say they got birds, how many?
Say they got racks, how many?
Say they got straps, how many?
I put in years, how many?
Blood sweat and tears, how many?

[Verse 2]
Why's he rapping bout straps that he doesn't have?
Stacks in rubber bands, just splashed couple grand
I make money moves
She wants bloody shoes, I've had bloody hands
Red bottoms same colour as cocaine
Don't touch my silk bomber jacket, it's Dolce
I've got old money in my old safe
Your bitch don't look good, she looks okay
Change your girl's life, flew around the world twice
Hit Louis or Chanel but she prefer ice
Who's that rolling with the roof back?
Don't get lost in the sauce and lose track
In the trap where the crack make the fiends smile
Streets wild, running through Roleys with a green dial
Getting money at a fast pace
I need a crib like Scarface

[Hook]
Say they got birds, how many?
Say they got racks, how many?
Say they got straps, how many?
I put in years, how many?
Blood sweat and tears, how many?
Say they got birds, how many?
Say they got racks, how many?
Say they got straps, how many?
I put in years, how many?
Blood sweat and tears, how many?

[Outro]
Pulled up in drops already, had thirty on my wrist already
Talking straight cash, all readies
Ran through a M already, still rolling through the South heavy

[Hook]
Say they got birds, how many?
Say they got racks, how many?
Say they got straps, how many?
I put in years, how many?
Blood sweat and tears, how many?