Lyrics For Real - 909memphis

A-a-a-a-ay, that probably Tago!
Lando made the track so you know we 'bout to turn up
I wanna count stacks, I wanna go up for real
Had to get that bag so I said fuck the pills
We wake up, roll that, smoke that gas for real
You ain't got no money, you ain't payin' bills
I just called my dealer
He said he finna throw me half an ounce, don't pull the trigger
You better have them Woods, I swear my boys don't smoke no Swishers
I gotta stay focused, always focused on my figure, my figure
Lil' hoe, my diamonds, they shinin'
They hated on me, now they wanna hit me, why?
I stepped in the club, swear to God these bitches too fine
Wanna copy me? Would've liked to see you try, yeah
I get my pleasure from countin' and stackin' these riches
I'm workin' on gettin' my ass a crib
I'm inked up often like a squid
I'm geeked up, your bitch smokin' mid
What you mean you got it? Don't be lyin'
Don't be lyin', you gon' leave me cryin'
I wanna count stacks, I wanna go up for real
Had to get that bag so I said fuck the pills
We wake up, roll that, smoke that gas for real
You ain't got no money, you ain't payin' bills