Count up this money, this shit come with problems
I don't want that bitch, she come with that drama
I'm on a mission to collect these commas
I got a lil Spanish bitch callin' me Papa
Hit the wood bitch I feel like a rasta
I puff on that loud, think this shit supersonic
Im killin' these niggas no Dahmer
I'm droppin' that FYE, I ain't talkin' no bomber
Count up this money, this shit come with problems
I don't want that bitch, she come with that drama
I'm on a mission to collect these commas
I got a lil Spanish bitch callin' me Papa
Hit the wood bitch I feel like a rasta
I puff on that loud, think this shit supersonic
Im killin' these niggas no Dahmer
I'm droppin' that FYE, I ain't talkin' no bomber
Imma puff puff pass
Never been selfish
They gon' say otherwise but I talk real shit
Worried bout me, needa get off my dick
All this envy towards me
It don't really make sense
Cause I be mindin' my own
Yeah I'm bouta blow bitch
Do this shit on my own
I don't need no tips
Move in silence
Got em readin' my lips
I say f*ck 'em
Focus on you gettin' right
I got dreams of me being so lit
I got dreams of me makin' em sick
This real life, yeah it's hit never miss
Yeah my reality piecin' up quick
Steady workin', ain't takin no breaks
Red told me that I hold the key to my fate
Imma hit it all gas, no break
Been a minute wait hold on
Hold on lemme talk my shit
I go up every month cuz I'm poppin' my shit
They said you keep moving like this you gon' be the greatest
Yeah imma stand on and take care of and handle my biz
I can't think of one nigga that could ever do this
K11 she got her a fetish
Imma stack up this green like it's relish
Cash rule everything, you know it's that C.R.E.A.M
I don't got no choice, I'mma get it
Count up this money, this shit come with problems
I don't want that bitch, she come with that drama
I'm on a mission to collect these commas
I got a lil Spanish bitch callin' me Papa
Hit the wood bitch I feel like a rasta
I puff on that loud, think this shit supersonic
I'm killin' these niggas no Dahmer
I'm droppin' that FYE, I ain't talkin' no bomber
Count up this money, this shit come with problems
I don't want that bitch, she come with that drama
I'm on a mission to collect these commas
I got a lil Spanish bitch callin' me Papa
Hit the wood bitch I feel like a rasta
I puff on that loud, think this shit supersonic
I'm killin' these niggas no Dahmer
I'm droppin' that FYE, I ain't talkin' no bomber
K11 - Rasta Lyrics
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Count up this money, this shit come with problems
I don't want that bitch, she come with that drama
I'm on a mission to collect these commas
I got a lil Spanish bitch callin' me Papa
Hit the wood bitch I feel like a rasta
I puff on that loud, think this shit supersonic
Im killin' these niggas no Dahmer
I'm droppin' that FYE, I ain't talkin' no bomber
Count up this money, this shit come with problems
I don't want that bitch, she come with that drama
I'm on a mission to collect these commas
I got a lil Spanish bitch callin' me Papa
Hit the wood bitch I feel like a rasta
I puff on that loud, think this shit supersonic
Im killin' these niggas no Dahmer
I'm droppin' that FYE, I ain't talkin' no bomber
Imma puff puff pass
Never been selfish
They gon' say otherwise but I talk real shit
Worried bout me, needa get off my dick
All this envy towards me
It don't really make sense
Cause I be mindin' my own
Yeah I'm bouta blow bitch
Do this shit on my own
I don't need no tips
Move in silence
Got em readin' my lips
I say f*ck 'em
Focus on you gettin' right
I got dreams of me being so lit
I got dreams of me makin' em sick
This real life, yeah it's hit never miss
Yeah my reality piecin' up quick
Steady workin', ain't takin no breaks
Red told me that I hold the key to my fate
Imma hit it all gas, no break
Been a minute wait hold on
Hold on lemme talk my shit
I go up every month cuz I'm poppin' my shit
They said you keep moving like this you gon' be the greatest
Yeah imma stand on and take care of and handle my biz
I can't think of one nigga that could ever do this
K11 she got her a fetish
Imma stack up this green like it's relish
Cash rule everything, you know it's that C.R.E.A.M
I don't got no choice, I'mma get it
Count up this money, this shit come with problems
I don't want that bitch, she come with that drama
I'm on a mission to collect these commas
I got a lil Spanish bitch callin' me Papa
Hit the wood bitch I feel like a rasta
I puff on that loud, think this shit supersonic
I'm killin' these niggas no Dahmer
I'm droppin' that FYE, I ain't talkin' no bomber
Count up this money, this shit come with problems
I don't want that bitch, she come with that drama
I'm on a mission to collect these commas
I got a lil Spanish bitch callin' me Papa
Hit the wood bitch I feel like a rasta
I puff on that loud, think this shit supersonic
I'm killin' these niggas no Dahmer
I'm droppin' that FYE, I ain't talkin' no bomber
I don't want that bitch, she come with that drama
I'm on a mission to collect these commas
I got a lil Spanish bitch callin' me Papa
Hit the wood bitch I feel like a rasta
I puff on that loud, think this shit supersonic
Im killin' these niggas no Dahmer
I'm droppin' that FYE, I ain't talkin' no bomber
Count up this money, this shit come with problems
I don't want that bitch, she come with that drama
I'm on a mission to collect these commas
I got a lil Spanish bitch callin' me Papa
Hit the wood bitch I feel like a rasta
I puff on that loud, think this shit supersonic
Im killin' these niggas no Dahmer
I'm droppin' that FYE, I ain't talkin' no bomber
Imma puff puff pass
Never been selfish
They gon' say otherwise but I talk real shit
Worried bout me, needa get off my dick
All this envy towards me
It don't really make sense
Cause I be mindin' my own
Yeah I'm bouta blow bitch
Do this shit on my own
I don't need no tips
Move in silence
Got em readin' my lips
I say f*ck 'em
Focus on you gettin' right
I got dreams of me being so lit
I got dreams of me makin' em sick
This real life, yeah it's hit never miss
Yeah my reality piecin' up quick
Steady workin', ain't takin no breaks
Red told me that I hold the key to my fate
Imma hit it all gas, no break
Been a minute wait hold on
Hold on lemme talk my shit
I go up every month cuz I'm poppin' my shit
They said you keep moving like this you gon' be the greatest
Yeah imma stand on and take care of and handle my biz
I can't think of one nigga that could ever do this
K11 she got her a fetish
Imma stack up this green like it's relish
Cash rule everything, you know it's that C.R.E.A.M
I don't got no choice, I'mma get it
Count up this money, this shit come with problems
I don't want that bitch, she come with that drama
I'm on a mission to collect these commas
I got a lil Spanish bitch callin' me Papa
Hit the wood bitch I feel like a rasta
I puff on that loud, think this shit supersonic
I'm killin' these niggas no Dahmer
I'm droppin' that FYE, I ain't talkin' no bomber
Count up this money, this shit come with problems
I don't want that bitch, she come with that drama
I'm on a mission to collect these commas
I got a lil Spanish bitch callin' me Papa
Hit the wood bitch I feel like a rasta
I puff on that loud, think this shit supersonic
I'm killin' these niggas no Dahmer
I'm droppin' that FYE, I ain't talkin' no bomber
Writer: ja’kel Woodard
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