Текст песни Pluto - Chetta

(Why my figure getting bigger)

Why my figure getting bigger
Why I'm clutching on the trigger
Why he sip codeine not no liquor
Swear my cup getting thicker
Swear my money come quicker
Drop a bag get ya issue
On the block with my hitta
Think you got me, how you figure

Six figure boy, that's before rap (yeah)
Six in my cup, that lil night cap (night cap)
Say you down bad, boy you all cap
I be counting money fast, got my fingers cramp
Got my fingers cramping oww
Why my money dancing now
Pop a xan keep passing out
Mix and match my fashion wow
How my drip be dripping now
Watch ya step keep slipping out
Slow ya roll, the totem pole keep lipping out
Get a check and buy my bitch Givenchy wow
Kilo for the stress, Imma flip the frown
Smiling when I pass, damn I need a crown
Baking soda odor, cook my heart colder
Imma young never give a hold up
Imma need to roll up, put me down
Percy in my soda, baby boy a soldier
Let me drown, keys to the Rover
I'm a bit closer feeling down (down, down, down)
Still feeling down (down, down, down)
Still feeling down (down, down, down)
Still feeling down (down, down, down)
But bitch look at me now

Why my figure getting bigger
Why I'm clutching on the trigger
Why he sip codeine not no liquor
Swear my cup getting thicker
Swear my money come quicker
Drop a bag get ya issue
On the block with my hitta
Think you got me, how you figure

Six in the morning, still fucking rolling
Six milligrams, I be fucking loaded
Say it ain't true, but you fucking know it
Ive been counting all these problems, got my feelings showing
Got my feelings showing now
Cut my chest and thaw it out
Clear the scene, I'm airing out
Draco laughing at the clouds
Pop a xan keep acting out
Check for check I'm cashing out
Slow your roll I'm holding tote, don't pat me down
Tripping off the tabs, ain't no backing down
We want all the smoke, ain't no passing round
Gucci Fendi bags I need all the clout
Baby count my payroll, that gon' take all day tho
Smoking on the fuego Asalamalakim
Pissing on my name, got a lot to say on me
Know that shit ain't change, still the same ole me
Still feeling (down, down, down)
Still feeling down (down, down, down)
Still feeling down (down, down, down)
Still feeling down (down, down, down)
But bitch look at me now

Why my figure getting bigger
Why I'm clutching on the trigger
Why he sip codeine not no liquor
Swear my cup getting thicker
Swear my money come quicker
Drop a bag get ya issue
On the block with my hitta
Think you got me, how you figure