downer

We like to get fucked up

We get fucked in the head

I just took enough to take my life

I'm already dead, dead

Hoe look at my pockets, they be fatter than these hoes

Too many bitches on my dick, I'm finna turn into a ghost

Too much money ain't enough, money counted

My choppa be chopping, that shit sound like money counter

*Frrrr beep* how my money count

If you ain't cryin bout you bag then what you cryin bout?

I know these mfs broke I don't know why they around her

Turn a mf on a upper, to a downer

I'm in love with money and bitches I think I'm drownin

He act like he know me, but he do not know my power

Big dog, he a flower

Sniper him from the tower

Thoughts are gettin louder

See who hit the g-g

Big dog, he a flower

Sniper him from the tower

Thoughts are gettin louder

See who hit the ground first

I got a big house, big guns

Big body, big drums

He a big talker we gone turn him to a victim

I be with my gang, with my dogs we gone sick em

I ain't into talkin put them bullets through your system

I know these mfs broke I don't know why they around her

Turn a mf on a upper, to a downer

I'm in love with money and bitches I think I'm drownin

He act like he know me, but he do not know my power

Big dog, he a flower

Sniper him from the tower

Thoughts are gettin louder

See who hit the g-g

Big dog, he a flower

Sniper him from the tower

Thoughts are gettin louder

See who hit the ground first