Jamaican Rum

[Verse 1]
I’ma keep my gun every time I ride
These fuck niggas know that they can’t come around me
I’m countin’ up a bag, thinkin’ ‘bout my dad
Like damn, nigga, I can’t wait ‘til you get back
Real nigga, point-blank-period
Snake in the grass, nigga, I can feel your energy
Dig your own grave, then I feel it with your family
Never lookin’ back on nothin’, I just let it rest in peace
Niggas rattin’ just to get they time cut
Ain’t even know that this gon’ be your last summer
That bitch you thought you loved ain’t who you thought she was
She gave that pussy up and got her cookie took
I keep that .9 when I’m in these streets
Keep grinnin’, shit, if you want that beef
If you cop like twelve, I’ma throw you like three
I’m just tryna make a way for all us to eat
Can’t keep up when I talk that talk
Only gon’ understand if you from where I’m from
We could start a band with all these drums
I was like ten, when I fell in love with guns
Won’t even make it to see better days
You burnin’ all your bridges, now you drownin’ from the wave
But that’s what happen when you makin’ shit complicated
Keepin’ my cool, that shit so complicated

[Chorus]
Million dollar dreams, that’s a nightmare
Just a young nigga buzzin’ like a lightyear
With the lick reed, watch me switch speeds
I’m the type of nigga that your bitch needs
You could check the watch, you could check the band
I’m that nigga on and off of Instagram
Who gon’ get this money? We gon’ get this money
Who gon’ get this money? We gon’ get this money

[Verse 2]
I parked that G-Wag on the [...] block
My shit ready to blow, I hope [...]
If I catch you slippin’, I’ma bust your ass
Let it die down for a minute, then we back at it
Lookin’ like I went on a heist
You should know a nigga cool, you could tell by the ice
When that smoke come out my nose, it be boostin’ my high
They be tryna steal a swag, and it be makin’ me hot

[Bridge]
So, I roll up another one
Count another hunid-some, I fell in love with the money
And I be loaded than a mufucka
Hand full of papercuts from countin’ up all this money
So, I roll up another one
Count another hunid-some, I fell in love with the money
And I be loaded than a mufucka
Hand full of papercuts from countin’ up all this money

[Chorus]
Million dollar dreams, that’s a nightmare
Just a young nigga buzzin’ like a lightyear
With the lick reed, watch me switch speeds
I’m the type of nigga that your bitch needs
You could check the watch, you could check the band
I’m that nigga on and off of Instagram
Who gon’ get this money? We gon’ get this money
Who gon’ get this money? We gon’ get this money