(465) 599-6753 (Hollyworld) lyrics

Intro:
Yeah, HAH, guess what
Yeah (Uh), yeah (Uh), yeah (Uh)
Get at me
This for the hating ass hoe in the back (guess what)
(465) 599-6753, b*tch!

Verse 1:
I'm on the top n*gga
Still counting up knots n*gga
Still on the f*cking watch n*gga
Counting hundreds n*gga
Never plot n*gga
S-Still counting up bankrolls
Swervin' off I10, tryna dodge all these stank hoes
b*tch hand me my phone so I can see when the bank close, Duh!

Verse 2:
If I feel good
I might D-O tomorrow, then D-O the next day, then D-O the third
b*tch I'm in a topless coupe with some titties not tryna swerve
This b*tch is a bird, I'm talkin' like tree
b*tch all in my ear, I'm talkin' like beep
I'm tryna get in the titties talkin' D, double D, B, I mean that C-
I mean let me see
sh*t tryna treat
b*tch you not mad
b*tch I'm tryna beat
b*tch I need some top n*gga like a shelf
I don't need no ass, b*tch not no seat
b*tch I'ma pass, even though I cheat
I-I'm in the lab cookin' up that heat
b*tch I'm in my bag, n*gga talkin' yeast
I'm talkin bread, n*gga like that wheat
Her mouth on my di*k, ain't talkin' teeth
They really want smoke, ain't talkin' keef
Hand on my Glock, ain't talkin' peace
But I got my hand on my piece, kapeesh

(beat change)

Verse 3:
(Yeah, thank god I'm rich)
Yeah
Thank god I'm rich
I just bought a brand new six
I just spent a band on these ricks
I just made a million I might quit
I just f*cked this murakami b*tch
All different colors type b*tch
And my wrist growing all typa skits
And my chain doing all typa hits
And that's range throwin' all typa fits
I jus- I jus- I just f*cked this murakami b*tch
All different colors type b*tch
And my wrist growing all typa skits
And my chain doing all typa hits
And that's range throwin' all typa fits