Bnard - Rocky Top

All I do is count money man
That's all I do
Straight blues
Sipping on this henny
Got me gone
Like I can't feel no more
These nigga's cut off all the lights
And nigga's still gone glow
I keep a red flag on me
And a big bank roll
He want me gone, but he dead
Y'all ain't hear that though
That's on my momma
Go platinum in this bitch like DJ Drama
Trying to get up out these streets
And walk on stage, I'm in that Prada
Get my first deal, imma feel like Quavo yelling momma
The only problem that a nigga want
Is seeing all these commas
Put my voice up on the beat
I feel like Jay, that's how i'm taking off
Kayla and K three a solid two
I know gone hold me down
Shooting back up to the top, y'all must forgot who got the crown
If I go up against you nigga's bet we can go pound for pound
Damn I like how money sound
Got this shit up out the ground
Trying to rock out Rolling Loud
Got to make my momma proud
And I can't let you take it from me
Boy you must be stupid, swear to God this shit is destined for me
Trying to numb this pain
Keep putting drugs in to my body
Think they killing me
Been in rainy days, I'm on my own
Ain't no one feeling me
Finally made it home, but it's not where i'm finna be
Forty in my pocket, Rockets Topped like its Tennessee
Swing like Muhammad, If I hit him
Bet it sting like a bee
So much motion, feel like Meech when he was slinging the keys
And all this ice around my neck
Make this bitch zero degrees
I got some shit, that make you stop and he gone freeze when he bleed
I put them hitters on his neck
Like I was part of the creed
I got a 38 who like to see some red when he Sneed
And I'm known to gone and wipe a nigga nose like he sneezed
Put my city on the map, and family straight guaranteed
Okay now watch out, these nigga's want me gone
But they ain't know we brought them mops out
Just wait till they stop sleeping on the Timing, We gone pop out
Could never let these other nigga's kill me on some dumb clout
These demon's talk to me, I'm living good just like a discount
Put 50 in his face just like a ghost then we let off that lead
Business account's
Nigga's keeping they shit up under the bed
Cant wait to sit down with the family, and then break off all the bread
Trying to numb the pain
I keep putting drugs into my body
Think they killing me
Been in rainy days, I'm on my own
Ain't no one feeling me
Finally made it home, but it's not where i'm finna be
Forty in my pocket, Rockets Topped like its Tennessee
Trying to numb the pain
I keep putting drugs into my body
Think they killing me
Been in rainy days, I'm on my own
Ain't no one feeling me
Finally made it home, but it's not where i'm finna be
Forty in my pocket, Rockets Topped like its Tennessee

Written by:
Terrell Sims, Montez Cowan

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