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friend (okay)
Shorty get racks in (oh yeah), and I be flexing (flex)
We ain't stressing (oh no), chasing this check man (That check)
Me and my bredrin

watching all my money
I don't need that
If you ain't bout your money don't surround me
I be swimming in that pussy let it drown me
I tell em king me
Crown me

down lemme see ya' count
Count, count, count
Hundreds and fifties in big amounts
Big accounts my check the only thing
They ain’t finna bounce

I

dress
Give me the motive, they know I'ma show up
And feelin' me make 'em like you less
In this industry, all I see is pussies and
Dickheads like group sex

count it romantically

Get to the money, keep stackin' it
Me falling off? No, I can't see that happenin'
Wanna see mama 'nem livin' happily
House in

bout' nine ways
Show me you a slime
Show me you a slime
The bag came in perfect time
Sit and break it down with you
Cause' you mine
I put it all

'm a real hustler, I'm like thirty up (I'm like thirty M's up, nigga)
I'm a street nigga, 'fore we poppin' out, we back re-in' up (back re-in' up, woo)
I

for the K
Let that b**** rip at your throat
You know I'm outstanding
Yeah I'm the goat
I put that d*** in her
Make that b**** choke
I need me sum more
I

Insecure girls be the worst, mama told me
Bitch, this not a Rollie
Richard Millie on me ms off of Sony
I can never stress about a bitch
'cause that's the old

count it up

Know that I've never been this conceited, this ain't the side of me that people deal with
This ain't a prophecy, it's a promise, see, 'cause

watching Pornhub its cum in my pants
Yea cum in my pants (In my pants)
I be watching Pornhub its cum in my pants in my pants yea
Your bitch she tryna fuck me

like a horse
Drive me like Porsche
Always stole from mama purse
All this Nigga, to live life is not by force
She wanna be with me but I miss her like

I wear the Richard Mille when I'm rockin' Tom Ford (uh)
I wear the AP when I'm drippin' in Dior (uh)
This a double-R, don't slam my door (yeah,

They call me by my nick name in the club
I don't fuck with whitney she's a thot
If you wanna leave me please do not
Baby try to listen when I talk
We are

on freedom of the press, but every
Day I see, and so do you
This kind of dishonesty and distortion not
Only in this area but
In reporting - about guys
Like me

palm, by recordin' flows
Your girl on my arm
And at night she givin' gorgeous throat
She in love with the Grants and the Benjamins
Callin' me the man

cuz this life takes patience
And I live like my life is racing
I got nine lives and I count my days
I counting guap
I need a hundred, three zeros a lot

on Richard Milli I look richer by the day
Hop in a batmobile got me feeling like Bruce Wayne, yeah
Swallow the perk, I'm about to go insane, yeah
Two-tone

God I'm kneeling 
I hope you hear me clearly
I hope you stear me on this hilly Road to a milli
I promise I'll get a Richard Mille And make a killing

on the way
Condo for fuckin' bitches probably furnished by Baby
See, I grew up around killers (killers), robbers (robbers)
Jackson moonwalkin' around this

ballin'
She tryna get on the court
I'ma hold it down for us, bro, just pass me the torch
Yeah, this bitch go over two, I never drive it in sport
Shit,

have unlocked

My name is Richard and I'm sitting on a rock
Playing my recorder while sitting on a rock
If people see me doing this then they may be in

Count It
Yeah
Till we sittin at the top like Jigga Man countin

Aye, This shit elementary, yo gangsta dont mean shit to me 
You niggas really bitch to me

like a pup
I blew a hole in Mrs. Richard Holmes
And her husband stupidly stood up
As he screamed, "You are an evil man"
And I paused a while to wonder