Cloud9 lyrics

[Chorus]
Money counter, need that
She know a n*gga getting big racks
Going up, going up
Yeah, that Easter pink all in my double cup
Thirty five hundred for these leans, another fifteen for these pants
I love you so much, that's why I lied to you
I'm smoking on gas, it's clouds in the room
b*tch, I'm the thot slayer, got two hoes kissing
You hurt your own feelings, should've mind your business
Put my di*k inside her now she creaming
I keep shooting the club up, I ain't leave a witness

[Verse]
She keep asking how I do it
Troop stay sober, she love how I move
You like how I live, boy, you wanna make it
Just popped another pill now she dancing nakеd
This b*tch wanna f*ck me, she think that I'm famous
I'm with my demons, wе booling with satan
Zelly just pulled up, we both got a call
Just smoked through a pound at the 401 Lofts
A hundred thousand on my neck, it's so glossy
Bad b*tch put her lips on my dingaling
The world is mine, girl, I can get anything
Where's your man, I be standing all in the ring
This some foreign sh*t that you cannot pronounce
I'm like, "Ring-ring, baby girl, come out"
You been playing with me
I think I want you to stay me
She love my tattoos, her favorite is scream
I'm in the sky like a scraper
Lately, I been getting too much paper
Everybody keep on asking for favors
Designer guns, you gon' die over fashion
Hitting hoes like a n*gga playing Madden
Legal money, the b*tch thought I was trapping
This the life of a n*gga that's having
She wanna be with me, I don't do sh*t average
[Chorus]
Money counter, need that
She know a n*gga getting big racks
Going up, going up
Yeah, that Easter pink all in my double cup
Thirty five hundred for these leans, another fifteen for these pants
I love you so much, that's why I lied to you
I'm smoking on gas, it's clouds in the room
b*tch, I'm the thot slayer, got two hoes kissing
You hurt your own feelings, should've mind your business
Put my di*k inside her now she creaming
I keep shooting the club up, I ain't leave a witness