Ivo24k - All I Think About

All I think about is countin' hoes and fuckin' commas
All I think about is countin' hoes and fuckin' commas
All I think about is countin' hoes and fuckin' commas
What you mean I said it wrong? Fuck it, I'll just switch the flow
I'll just rip the plastic off them racks and put it on the floor
Once you do that, gawk, gawk, twist it, bitch, it's time to go
Bitch it's Ivo number 24, y'all so independent, what the fuck you ask for money for
Only like to talk about the money through the money phone
This shit knockin' like the metronome
I give her some dick and ask the bitch what time she goin' home
She a nasty bitch, she gave me dimsdale, dimadome
I needed some lil' shit to protect my heart, that's why I'm rockin' chrome
Why do every nigga turn to Kevin Hart when they around the hoes
Why do all these rappers talk about that cash that they ain't never blown
Why do rappers always talk about some shit that they ain't never on
All this shit is for the internet's entertainment
When you suck me up, bitch, don't forget to swallow all the babies
I can't tell, bruh, is this bitch a slut or she a lady
I feel like rap saved me, bitch, I been knew I was the one just like McGrady
Bitch, I been knew I would be him it wasn't no maybe
I ball like Kobe dropping 80
He thought he was going up to heaven, but I just sent him down to Hades
Bitch, all I think about is countin' hoes and fuckin' commas up
I'ma give this shit, my fuckin' all until my time is up
I was hoopin' in my fuckin' tennis chain and fucked the diamonds up
I learned how to navigate the snakes and turn my sliming up
I learned how to stack up all the cash and watch it pile up
We was swervin' lanes and causing fuckin' seven car pile ups
Shawty said she had some wild thoughts about us doin' wild stuff
How your pockets always empty and you steady tryna roll up
Glad, I caught you on a Wednesday, lil' baby, I'm just tryna hump
My niggas came Sniper Gang
I feel like I'm Dame, I shoot this long bitch from long range
Gettin' hard to defer the long nights from the long days
I used to care about these hoes back in the day I came a long way
I said, I'm sorry for the wait my album coming, I ain't Lil Wayne
Bitch, yeah, I just wish that God could clear the world of all the lames
Bitch, I'm versatile, I really be talkin' shit and make em feel the pain
All I think about is fuckin' hoes and countin' commas
All I do is run it up, I think I got a problem
I know God got me, I don't give a fuck about no condom
I got real hoes, I don't give a fuck about Mo Bamba
Certified, fuck boy, nigga, fuck Donda
I understand why they the Kia boys, nigga, fuck Honda
Big 24K, big 24,000
Big 24,000, how you know me
Know me, slide every time, man, it's just, I'm
I'm like, shit, I'm sorry, bitch
I'm like, shit, I'm sorry, bitch

Written by:
Ivo Hill

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