CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Dummy

I wake up and I count all my money
Think he hard, to me that sh*t is funny
Think he dressin, but that boy is bummy
I make more than you n***as, you dummies
I make more than you make in a week
Only dubs, know I take victories
You wanna start it, then push up the seat
Undercover my body, my tee

Good thing he buzzin', he finna fall off
I'm buying clothes I don't care 'bout the cost
???, that sh*t is on lock
Blonde in my hair, know it stay in my locs
My brothers sip lines, they don't sip Ciroc
My n***as smokin' the pavements, the rocks
We can not save him, that boy a lost cause
I throw on my song and nobody gon' pause
Put out a song and yeah, you finna listen
Diamonds sub on my wrist, you know they glisten
He not with us, not in my division
I get on stage, preach like politicians
I'm too ahead, b*t*h I got a vision
You wanna ??? , way I'm livin'
But you never gonna have it, yeah
Talking my sh*t, I've been braggin', yeah (On God)
Walk in that b*t*h and I wear Number (N)ine
Free all my brothers that's doing that time
This sh*t not hockey, but we finna slide
Only one midwxst, b*t*h I'm divine
Selling out shows, you best get in line
Punchin' in baby, I don't need to try
All black coupe baby, hop in my ride
I hit that girl and then I say goodbye
And you cannot stay the night
That boy think he invincible, think that he Superman, we bringin' Kryptonite
On god and I really got brothers that's willing to shoot and they don't even need a price
On god, I'm tired of being the humblest n***a, I'm tired of being nice

I'm finna talk my sh*t, finna pop my collar
Blood on the court but you know that im ballin'
My pockets big why yo' sh*t get smaller?
Gettin' that cash, I don't mean Jdolla
I'm finna talk my sh*t, finna pop my collar
Blood on the court but you know that im ballin'
My pockets big why yo' sh*t get smaller?
Gettin' that cash, I don't mean Jdolla

I wake up and I count all my money
Think he hard, to me that sh*t is funny
Think he dressin, but that boy is bummy
I make more than you n***as, you dummies
I make more than you make in a week
Only dubs, know I take victories
You wanna start it, then push up the seat
Undercover my body, my tee
Undercover my body, I'm whippin' the Audi
Pull up on yo' shawty, I'm scoopin' your thottie
I've been whippin' big bodies, been whippin' big tonkas
Been whippin' this sh*t round the city, retarded
He think he f**kin' with me? Sh*t, yeah, that boy he f**kin' retarded
In the background, smokin' that pack
It smell like Gucci, YSL, not Axe
I'm seeing them commas, I'm seeing them checks
I'm seeing them commas, yeah, this is a flex
I'm gunnin' for millions, I won't go for less
I'm waiting for them to realize I'm the best
I'm waiting on you, for you to relax
Ride with them blickies, them shooter supplies
??? , I'm just getting high
???, I'm just getting fly
Talk to me, no you can't f**k with me
No, you can't mess with me
I'm keeping that bag with me
Yeah all I do is ???
Young lil n***a in charge
Young lil n***a with the rods
But young n***a f**kin' yo broads

I wake up and I count all my money
Think he hard, to me that sh*t is funny
Think he dressin, but that boy is bummy
I make more than you n***as, you dummies
I make more than you make in a week
Only dubs, know I take victories
You wanna start it, then push up the seat
Undercover my body, my tee
I wake up and I count all my money
Think he hard, to me that sh*t is funny
Think he dressin, but that boy is bummy
I make more than you n***as, you dummies
I make more than you make in a week
Only dubs, know I take victories
You wanna start it, then push up the seat
Undercover my body, my tee