Headie One and J Ramms - Pound Signs [Remix]

(ES on the beat) turn
(Likkle Dotz)
Yo (yo), yo (yo)
Turn up
You see that flicker on hand (yo)

They say the pound signs turnin' me crazy (One)
Just look what's it doin' to me
I put two hundred racks on his cranium
And make his own friend wanna put him to sleep (turn)
Funny how I used to pray for a chain until there's bruises on my knees
A hundred thou', man blew it this week (turn)
See friends turn foes (One)
Then roses grew out my sleeve
I've seen the fiend nearly overdose
And I can still hear that voice in my dreams
Packs got flew out the T, no one was rootin' for me
They should make a movie on me, you see some Louis on me
Look what this money is doing to me

Twenty-four hours on the strip (skrrt)
Twenty-four hours on the grind
In the bando, flip the switch
Shut the door and close the blinds (huh?)
Instrumental, buss the rhyme (huh?)
Bro went mental and bussed the 9 (huh?)
Trust me I'm pissed 'cause he lost the line (huh?)
And man need crooks, so don't cross the line (budum)
I don't know about furlough
For the pound signs, I was out there working (woosh)
Got around there we were swerving
Still outside, still pushing that German (skrrt)
Still gripping and swerving, still got push, for certain
I put my hands on loads of things
You best know, I'm not talking about flirting (mmh)
Engine pairing, black light sherman, skidding and skrrting (skrrt)
Can't stop gotta keep them walls turning (skrrt)
Turning, turning, chasing sterling (skrrt)
Out there tryna lick shots like Erling (budum)
These shots here you ain't firming (budum)
Me and bro we started the ting
Two warriors like Cleon and Vermin

They say the pound signs turnin' me crazy (One)
Just look what's it doin' to me
I put two hundred racks on his cranium
And make his own friend wanna put him to sleep (turn)
Funny how I used to pray for a chain until there's bruises on my knees
A hundred thou', man blew it this week
(Turn, turn, turn, turn, turn)
See friends turn foes (One)
Then roses grew out my sleeve
I've seen the fiend nearly overdose
And I can still hear that voice in my dreams
Packs got flew out the T, no one was rootin' for me
They should make a movie on me, you see some Louis on me
Look what this money is doing to me

Look what this money is doing to me (money)
She wanted goals like Bey' and Jay-Z (Jay-Z)
Then she got left emotionally scarred, Lil' Baby
I make this money, this money don't make me
Gotta chase money cah pussy don't pay me
Got a new nigga, but she'll be back
Shorty said I'm unforgettable like Swae Lee
The pound sign amaze me (su, su, su, su, su)
Look what it's doin' to me
I just go flood the whole block with trainers
One was velcro, the rest had laces
Somebody on job could have got a facelift (One)
'Cause the stupidity and my label love the lucrative me
So next time I want ten milli' that's a platinum pay check (turn, turn, turn, uh)
New opp block, the neighbors don't know my name yet (turn, turn, turn)
But they know there's trade
Don't know how shh-shh didn't turn flavors
It really could have went the gelato way
Need one hundred mil' before I touch my grave
I pray, I pray (money)
Until then, I'm on work bro
Night shift, day shift, night shift, day

They say the pound signs turnin' me crazy
Just look what's it doin' to me
I put two hundred racks on his cranium
And make his own friend wanna put him to sleep (turn)
Funny how I used to pray for a chain until there's bruises on my knees
A hundred thou', man blew it this week
(Turn, turn, turn, turn, turn)
See friends turn foes (One)
Then roses grew out my sleeve
I've seen the fiend nearly overdose
And I can still hear that voice in my dreams
Packs got flew out the T, no one was rootin' for me
They should make a movie on me, you see some Louis on me
Look what this money is doing to me
(Look what this money is doing to me)

(Likkle Dotz)
(ES on the beat)

Written by:
Bob Marley, Christopher Ellington, Eren Salih Tascioglu, Irving Ampofo Adjei

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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