Counting money while my bitch sleep
Counting money 'til my niggas eat
I ain't fucking wit that Bentley Jeep
I'm a lil nigga so my rate big as a truck to me
I tried to tell them lil boys not to fuck with me
But sometimes you gotta let 'em see
See me on the beach, SD and my homie riding '63
When you got home I was all on your TV
Smoking weed where you never be
Nigga where you can't go
You couldn't see me with yo telescope
Testarossa on the coast parked it right next to the post
Spitta coped another whip, uh no, uh noMore dope for your ears to smoke
More dope for your ears to smoke nigga
More dope for your ears to smoke
Fucking with the audio narcosPut some respect on it , before we check on it
Haters will piss on your grave
I'm just gone park a Corvette on it
Sparking in the dark, thinking of more art
Stupid intelligence, I'm dumb smart
I'm all heart, that's why you lost before you start
I scratched off in my Ferrari underneath them stars
I forget I got them cars, I be to busy grinding for 'em
That's that money on the line baby I can't ignore it, hold onMore dope for your ears to smoke
More dope for your ears to smoke
More dope for your ears to smoke
The original audio narcos
Songwriters
Shante Scott FranklinPublished by
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