paroles de chanson Bad Day - Pet Zebra

I'm a count a hunnid on a Day Day
I'm a count a hunnid on a Day Day
Steady selling pounds
Got an ounce in my ash tray
I'm a count a hunnid on a Day Day

I got that thrax
Baby what you on
Waiting on the plug to call my phone
That nigga owe me some
Had to leave my bitch
Because she couldn't suck no dick
I don't go no fucking where
With out my Glock and 30 stick
I was shopping hella ounces
Then I moved up to them pounds
Now I move around the town
Windows down smoking loud
Too much money on my mind
I need some time to myself
Everybody want my answers
But no body giving help
Bitch this ain't no Gucci belt
This is Ferragamo
Every time I leave the trap
I feel like I hit the lotta
Got these Nikes on my feet
25 for a P
When I fuck with you the long way
I count up on a bad day
Double cup it keep me sane
When I be blowing Mary Jane
I shopped 10 pounds in the same day
Tell me what you know
I'm riding with a bitch in the back
Take a Lyft for the day
Another move for a stack

I'm a count a hunnid on a Day Day
I'm a count a hunnid on a Day Day
Steady selling pounds
Got an ounce in my ash tray
I'm a count a hunnid on a Day Day