Jalen Brunson lyrics

So much money, I can't even count it Gotta scale it away, huh I'm doin' touchdowns [?] in the club For you bitches that played us, huh Look at y'all pussy niggas Snatchin' bunch of bitches that we already dated, huh Trap doin' real real numbers, man This shit feel like we already made it, yeah We already made it, yeah This shit feel like we already made it This shit feel like we already made it, yeah Trap doin' real real numbers, man This shit feel like we already made it, yeah Pop out the Bay, we doin' touchdowns, yeah I was just doin' bad Bitch, I'm back and I'm up now, yeah Hoes they sayin' I'm movin' too spicy I had pussy niggas try indict me But I'm back smilin', grill icy From the second they took me up out of that cell And put me on that bail, I said, lil' bitch I'm back on my bullshit Said twenty-two years, I said, nigga, no [?] I'ma keep it cool 'cause I ain't do shit I be killin' for a comin' of the year I'll put billboards of me everywhere In a Porsche out with a bad bitch Comes in a glass walls everywhere I'm on some big, big timin' them Cartier Big, big diamonds She said my dick ain't big She must got a big, big pussy (woo) Yeah, all of my diamonds are [?] pink Fuck you hoe, I wash my dick in a sink Bitch, get your mind right You fuckin' a broke nigga, he can't pay that pussy in a [?] Fuckin' anybody ain't payin' your rent Bitch, get your mind right Yeah, 'cause we back in here ballin' again and again I'm out [?] I'm spendin' to spend Bad bitches, models are ten after ten after ten after ten, yeah So much money, I can't even count it Gotta scale it away, huh I'm doin' touchdowns [?] in the club For you bitches that played us, huh Look at y'all pussy niggas Snatchin' bunch of bitches that we already dated, huh Trap doin' real real numbers, man This shit feel like we already made it, yeah We already made it, yeah This shit feel like we already made it This shit feel like we already made it, yeah Trap doin' real real numbers, man This shit feel like we already made it, yeah Get a ting and a ting and another ting But they'll never call me by my government Fuck the hoe and the nigga she covered in She gon' buy a plane ticket to fuck with me I'm gon' lie and say that I'm in love with her Shit I did for three weeks, now I'm lovin' her She found out 'bout my bitch and she [?] her My left hand on her cheek when I'm rubbin' her I [?] to sleep when I'm fuckin' her What that mean? I can't link when they cuffin' her So much money, I'm cuffin' the calendar So much money, I stuff in the tupperware They don't know 'bout this hustle I'm runnin' up They don't know 'bout the struggle I'm comin' from Trap doin' real real numbers, man This shit feel like we already made it, yeah We already made it, yeah This shit feel like we already made it This shit feel like we already made it, yeah Trap doin' real real numbers, man This shit feel like we already made it, yeah