YPN Dave - Lit Fr Lyrics

I've been sittin' back countin' up money
Why would I trip about a bitch that ain't fa me
Done came a long way from ham sandwich, and baloney
Nigga, eight times three, I done spent them racks I feel like Kobe
Put down the codeine, pick up these diamond rings
And I ain't never changin don't give a f*ck they say about me
I feel like a man with these red keys
Steph Curry, the way I pull up from three
Duffel bag Goyard, and Louis V
Yeah, I stumble, but I ain't fall
V8 engine, turn me on, when I hear the exhaust
If I ever do a bank play, I'ma make sure the camera's off
I'm a plain nigga with racks, boy, I don't need your sauce
I miss my granny, I miss my uncle
I order my lean, I buy it in bundles
First nigga out my city, I'm Barack Obama
Dnd my phone number
I'm in saks shoppin' like a kid in a candy store
Boy, this shit crazy, I got money to really get niggas gone
Lil mama, usin' her body to lead me on
Girl, I'll spoil you long as you don't do me wrong
Full of that drink, got pulled over on the way to my auntie's tombstone
No more struggle, told my bro, can't live happy now
Convince my lil' homie, stay in school and taste the same forever
Foot on the gas, ex bitch texted my phone,
I couldn't do nothin' but laugh
Pull up on my mama with a load of cash
Past the rock, behind my back, Steve Nash
I've been sittin' back countin' up money
Why would I trip about a bitch that ain't fa me
Done came a long way from ham sandwich, and baloney
Nigga, eight times three, I done spent them racks I feel like Kobe
Put down the codeine, pick up these diamond rings
And I ain't never changin don't give a f*ck they say about me
I feel like a man with these red keys