Sore Thumbs

I be counting money till my thumbs sore

I be fucking bitches but they know this money come first

I be counting money till my thumbs sore

I be fucking bitches but they know this money come first

The streets feel like quicksand, I ball like hit man

Anywhere that I perform they gotta let my clique in

New shoes, clean socks, long range, clean Glock

Shoot you while you on the phone, nigga, that's a screenshot

Backed up, I got smoke, hoe sale like Costco

Pablo, head hancho, 100 bears per convo

Vegas every weekend, top floor in the Venetian

If life was like a pool I'd be diving in the deep end

I'm like the future, I'm so unpredictable

All I see is evidence when I'm looking for a fish to pull

My pistol full, I ain't really one for begging

Really stretched out, like a fat girl in leggings

Do this for the have-nots hoping they can have more

Women getting ass shots claiming that they not whores

I heard it all before, Persian rugs, marble floors

Chandeliers all on my ceilings, my poetry has no floors

Diamonds shining, flow is timeless, I'm a different breed

My presence like a present, every night is Christmas Eve

Hit the weed 'cause I party like a ball hopper

Living fast and furious, I'll probably die like Paul Walker

I be counting money till my thumbs sore

I be fucking bitches but they know this money come first

I be counting money till my thumbs sore

I be fucking bitches but they know this money come first

I'm an owner so I do what a boss does

Been at these bars for years and still never lost buzz

My boys came for money so if you talk thug

I'll have my niggas swinging over green just like a golf club

I put that fire out the camp just like sand does

See, everybody wants the belt, why would they show a champ love?

I'm a walking triple threat, I don't often get upset

But saying all about my town, now we talking disrespect

You be putting bricks up, you know nothing more than that

If your iTunes was selling you'd be robbing them to death

No doubt at a roll out 'cause half these bitches gonna show out

So even if I had water in my lungs I still wouldn't take her home, wow

But if they wanna cook me breakfast, fine

Labels call me a billboard, want me to be their next big sign

I got fans in my window, nigga, that's an AC

And CA, they throwing up signs like after a May 3

You a bench player, you don't want no parts of Kobe

I got your baby mama sending me these heart emojis

You niggas lost, you need a map for where you at

You can throw me in the middle of anywhere, I be the man, yeah

I be counting money till my thumbs sore

I be fucking bitches but they know this money come first

I be counting money till my thumbs sore

I be fucking bitches but they know this money come first

I be counting money till my thumbs sore

I be counting money

I be counting money till my thumbs sore

They know this money come first