(CashMoneyAp)
(Boyfifty 'bout that money)
Yeah, tell 'em ain't no second guessing
Yeah, I'ma go get my Smith & Wesson
Yeah, take a moment count my blessings
Yeah, and you know I'm steady flexing
Yeah, tell 'em ain't no second guessing
Yeah, I'ma go get my Smith & Wesson
Yeah, take a moment count my blessings
Yeah, and you know I'm steady flexing
Drowning in the deep
Drowning in my feelings, don't know how to keep
Playlist on repeat
Relay with the beam, count my green
Chilling with your shawty, lil' bitch on my team
Chilling with my niggas and you know I count my green
Bad lil' bitch on gleam, bad lil' bitch on gleam
Voices like a scream, hurt my self-esteem
Hundred round with the beam, turn around make her scream
Covered in Supreme, drowning in Supreme
F*cking on your shawty and you know I make her scream, yeah
Lock my phone 'cause I can't fool her
Got a watch and that's a Mueller
Got a nigga but I'm cooler
Got more diamonds than your jeweler
Got Supreme and I'm the ruler
Yung TT, that's my shooter
Pockets fat, Amy Schumer
Call me Young Booty Consumer
Yeah, tell 'em ain't no second guessing
Yeah, I'ma go get my Smith & Wesson
Yeah, take a moment count my blessings
Yeah, and you know I'm steady flexing
Yeah, tell 'em ain't no second guessing
Yeah, I'ma go get my Smith & Wesson
Yeah, take a moment count my blessings
Yeah, and you know I'm steady flexing
Yeah, lame niggas always pressing
Now his bitch wanna caress me
Woah, nigga jealous want arrest me
Yeah, corny niggas don't impress me
Yeah, when I pull up drop the top
Man this shit don't ever stop
Getting lit, the whole block
Keep it tucked like my glock
Bitches all up on my cock
Got the drip in my walk
Balenciagas look like socks, yeah
I'm so drippy, got that sauce
Bitch I flex like a boss
All my diamonds Rick Ross
Call me Lil Yachty, one night her
Diamonds too cold need a lighter
F*ck from the front, she gon' turn around
Pull out the thirty round and I'm that nigga behind her
Yeah, tell 'em ain't no second guessing
Yeah, I'ma go get my Smith & Wesson
Yeah, take a moment count my blessings
Yeah, and you know I'm steady flexing
Yeah, tell 'em ain't no second guessing
Yeah, I'ma go get my Smith & Wesson
Yeah, take a moment count my blessings
Yeah, and you know I'm steady flexing
Lil Gabe - Blessings Lyrics
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(CashMoneyAp)
(Boyfifty 'bout that money)
Yeah, tell 'em ain't no second guessing
Yeah, I'ma go get my Smith & Wesson
Yeah, take a moment count my blessings
Yeah, and you know I'm steady flexing
Yeah, tell 'em ain't no second guessing
Yeah, I'ma go get my Smith & Wesson
Yeah, take a moment count my blessings
Yeah, and you know I'm steady flexing
Drowning in the deep
Drowning in my feelings, don't know how to keep
Playlist on repeat
Relay with the beam, count my green
Chilling with your shawty, lil' bitch on my team
Chilling with my niggas and you know I count my green
Bad lil' bitch on gleam, bad lil' bitch on gleam
Voices like a scream, hurt my self-esteem
Hundred round with the beam, turn around make her scream
Covered in Supreme, drowning in Supreme
F*cking on your shawty and you know I make her scream, yeah
Lock my phone 'cause I can't fool her
Got a watch and that's a Mueller
Got a nigga but I'm cooler
Got more diamonds than your jeweler
Got Supreme and I'm the ruler
Yung TT, that's my shooter
Pockets fat, Amy Schumer
Call me Young Booty Consumer
Yeah, tell 'em ain't no second guessing
Yeah, I'ma go get my Smith & Wesson
Yeah, take a moment count my blessings
Yeah, and you know I'm steady flexing
Yeah, tell 'em ain't no second guessing
Yeah, I'ma go get my Smith & Wesson
Yeah, take a moment count my blessings
Yeah, and you know I'm steady flexing
Yeah, lame niggas always pressing
Now his bitch wanna caress me
Woah, nigga jealous want arrest me
Yeah, corny niggas don't impress me
Yeah, when I pull up drop the top
Man this shit don't ever stop
Getting lit, the whole block
Keep it tucked like my glock
Bitches all up on my cock
Got the drip in my walk
Balenciagas look like socks, yeah
I'm so drippy, got that sauce
Bitch I flex like a boss
All my diamonds Rick Ross
Call me Lil Yachty, one night her
Diamonds too cold need a lighter
F*ck from the front, she gon' turn around
Pull out the thirty round and I'm that nigga behind her
Yeah, tell 'em ain't no second guessing
Yeah, I'ma go get my Smith & Wesson
Yeah, take a moment count my blessings
Yeah, and you know I'm steady flexing
Yeah, tell 'em ain't no second guessing
Yeah, I'ma go get my Smith & Wesson
Yeah, take a moment count my blessings
Yeah, and you know I'm steady flexing
(Boyfifty 'bout that money)
Yeah, tell 'em ain't no second guessing
Yeah, I'ma go get my Smith & Wesson
Yeah, take a moment count my blessings
Yeah, and you know I'm steady flexing
Yeah, tell 'em ain't no second guessing
Yeah, I'ma go get my Smith & Wesson
Yeah, take a moment count my blessings
Yeah, and you know I'm steady flexing
Drowning in the deep
Drowning in my feelings, don't know how to keep
Playlist on repeat
Relay with the beam, count my green
Chilling with your shawty, lil' bitch on my team
Chilling with my niggas and you know I count my green
Bad lil' bitch on gleam, bad lil' bitch on gleam
Voices like a scream, hurt my self-esteem
Hundred round with the beam, turn around make her scream
Covered in Supreme, drowning in Supreme
F*cking on your shawty and you know I make her scream, yeah
Lock my phone 'cause I can't fool her
Got a watch and that's a Mueller
Got a nigga but I'm cooler
Got more diamonds than your jeweler
Got Supreme and I'm the ruler
Yung TT, that's my shooter
Pockets fat, Amy Schumer
Call me Young Booty Consumer
Yeah, tell 'em ain't no second guessing
Yeah, I'ma go get my Smith & Wesson
Yeah, take a moment count my blessings
Yeah, and you know I'm steady flexing
Yeah, tell 'em ain't no second guessing
Yeah, I'ma go get my Smith & Wesson
Yeah, take a moment count my blessings
Yeah, and you know I'm steady flexing
Yeah, lame niggas always pressing
Now his bitch wanna caress me
Woah, nigga jealous want arrest me
Yeah, corny niggas don't impress me
Yeah, when I pull up drop the top
Man this shit don't ever stop
Getting lit, the whole block
Keep it tucked like my glock
Bitches all up on my cock
Got the drip in my walk
Balenciagas look like socks, yeah
I'm so drippy, got that sauce
Bitch I flex like a boss
All my diamonds Rick Ross
Call me Lil Yachty, one night her
Diamonds too cold need a lighter
F*ck from the front, she gon' turn around
Pull out the thirty round and I'm that nigga behind her
Yeah, tell 'em ain't no second guessing
Yeah, I'ma go get my Smith & Wesson
Yeah, take a moment count my blessings
Yeah, and you know I'm steady flexing
Yeah, tell 'em ain't no second guessing
Yeah, I'ma go get my Smith & Wesson
Yeah, take a moment count my blessings
Yeah, and you know I'm steady flexing
Writer: Gabriel De Brito
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid