[Intro]
This shit get brutal 'bout that money, nigga
Yeah
[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, ride around, bended up, that mean I'm tinted up
That nigga playin' like he was crazy, 40 sent him up
All the whips be five percent, but you still see the chain
All the whips be five percent, so you can't see that Drac'
Ho, I ain't tryna hear your mouth, you fuckin' up the count
Left the bank, feel like I robbed it for a large amount
Why niggas speakin' on my name? They do that shit for clout
I had them niggas in all black outside your mama house
[Verse 1]
Yeah, that .580 clean, I need that Maybach though
And I know just how to get it, gotta beat that road
These niggas stuck on some hyphy, that shit be killin' me
Twenty thousand, fifty thousand, do that in my sleep
Ain't no nigga gon' pop it, I guess it's up to me
And ain't no nigga gon' play 'cause we put shit to sleep (Yeah, yeah)
Cross a nigga like AI, dunk him like Shaq though
Snakes'll split the mob in half, so watch that backdoor
Only thing clean is the 'fit, mine could be super dirty
In my pocket, got them racks on me, got nothin' but currency
Ran it up, got niggas sick, I did that shit with urgency
Don't let a nigga swing that Drac', won't make it to emergency (Grrt)
[Interlude]
Bitch-ass nigga
Can't be fucked with, Members Only, 22nd, nigga (Grrt, grrt)
This shit on my back, nigga
And I ain't askin' how much money (Run it up)
[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, ride around, bended up, that mean I'm tinted up
That nigga playin' like he was crazy, 40 sent him up
All the whips be five percent, but you still see the chain
All the whips be five percent, so you can't see that Drac'
Ho, I ain't tryna hear your mouth, you fuckin' up the count
Left the bank, feel like I robbed it for a large amount
Why niggas speakin' on my name? They do that shit for clout
I had them niggas in all black outside your mama house
[Verse 2]
Real codeine cowboy, fuck up large amounts, boy
I left a Tesla on the dresser, bitch know I'm a wild boy
Really be thumbin' through them hundreds and that shit got me in a trance
Got your favorite bitch off Instagram, suckin' dick up in his Benz
Ain't a nigga that's gon' touch me, 'cause my niggas, they gon' spin
Ran it up, got niggas sick, thought it was over, did it again
I'm in the coupe with like two eaters, laughin' up to swallow kids
I know they hate me, wanna snipe me 'cause all a nigga do is win
Rest in peace my nigga Trigga, we been at this shit since kids
Free my niggas out that jam, they took that time right on they chin
Spin, spin, spin up out that soul shit
We ain't rockin' with no niggas makin' skewches, on some ho shit
[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah, ride around, bended up, that mean I'm tinted up
That nigga playin' like he was crazy, 40 sent him up
All the whips be five percent, but you still see the chain
All the whips be five percent, so you can't see that Drac'
Ho, I ain't tryna hear your mouth, you fuckin' up the count
Left the bank, feel like I robbed it for a large amount
Why niggas speakin' on my name? They do that shit for clout
I had them niggas in all black outside your mama house
Tinted Up was written by 22nd Jim.
Tinted Up was produced by Brutal Money & EazyDrez.