​​i like how money sounds

[Chorus]
Bro gave me a pill and I'ma take it
I keep a Drac' stick, room, bitch, we shake it
Racks, I'ma make it, tax for a fake bitch
Lax', how I'm shitting on 'em, I see 12 and I don't brake, bitch
You see me winning and you hate it
Wonder if you stuck around, maybe you'd be Gucci down
I just took a trip around his block, welcome to loser town
I just bought my bitch a Birky bag, told her to lose the frown

[Verse 1]
Shooter, he do ten to life before he wear a cap and gown
Circle that boy fucking block, we gave his ass the runaround
Money comes and money goes, but fuck, I like how money sound
That boy flexing like he up, fuck around, gun him down
Drive-bys be so normal now, the neighbors used to ducking down
So much ice up on my neck, they fucked around and brought the puck around
Jeffery Dahmer, put his bones up in the ground
Call my phone, I hit the pound
If I don't get you then my dogs will, I send the hounds
Please make room in your heart for me
I know it's hard for you to see that
I try, early morning, late night
I just booked a plane ride, hoping you would stay mine
Crossing over state lines, with you, I spend my break time
I was careful with your heart, it's crazy how you break mine
Your friends a ho, so you a ho, grapevine
I'm with my canines, lil' bitch, we have a great time
Pass my bitch the baggy, I told her to break it up
They stream me 'cross the world, I make bread while I'm waking up
But I don't make enough, I'm so used to taking stuff
She scared of commitment, she so used to breaking up

[Chorus]
Bro gave me a pill and I'ma take it
I keep a Drac' stick, room, bitch, we shake it
Racks, I'ma make it, tax for a fake bitch
Lax', how I'm shitting on 'em, I see 12 and I don't brake, bitch
You see me winning and you hate it
Wonder if you stuck around, maybe you'd be Gucci down
I just took a trip around his block, welcome to loser town
I just bought my bitch a Birky bag, told her to lose the frown

[Verse 2]
How many bodies, what's your timeline?
Oblivious to what I might find
Foot in the sand, I drew a fine line
You and I, this ain't the right time
Don't even try to lie to me
I know you switching sides, it's time to see
I know that it's hard to confide in me
That's the man I'm trying hard not to be
I paint her face like I'm a vandal, she said I'm a handful
They say, "Trevor, what's up in your pants," I got a pantful
Suicide doors up on the whip, I don't like handles
Never been so sure of this like this is not a gamble
Randle Cunningham, these bullets fly
I don't fuck with 12, not fucking with the other guys
Only talk if it's about the money, not talking otherwise
My bitch ass is real and it match her thighs
Girl, don't play with me, I promise you don't want to
You say he just a friend, I can tell he want you
Curb my feelings very well, wanna beat his ass, I want to
She think that I'm fake as fuck, like bitch, why would I con you?
Deep inside, I wanna fuck, wanna get deep inside
Wanna leave her with some feelings that she'll never find

[Bridge]
Again (Again)
Again (Again)
Again (Again)
Again

[Chorus]
Bro gave me a pill and I'ma take it
I keep a Drac' stick, room, bitch, we shake it
Racks, I'ma make it, tax for a fake bitch
Lax', how I'm shitting on 'em, I see 12 and I don't brake, bitch
You see me winning and you hate it
Wonder if you stuck around, maybe you'd be Gucci down
I just took a trip around his block, welcome to loser town
I just bought my bitch a Birky bag, told her to lose the frown