Jalen Brunson

So much money, I can't even count it
Gotta scale it away, huh
I'm doin' touchdowns [?] in the club
For you bitches that played us, huh

Look at y'all pussy niggas
Snatchin' bunch of bitches that we already dated, huh
Trap doin' real real numbers, man
This shit feel like we already made it, yeah

We already made it, yeah
This shit feel like we already made it
This shit feel like we already made it, yeah
Trap doin' real real numbers, man
This shit feel like we already made it, yeah

Pop out the Bay, we doin' touchdowns, yeah
I was just doin' bad
Bitch, I'm back and I'm up now, yeah
Hoes they sayin' I'm movin' too spicy

I had pussy niggas try indict me
But I'm back smilin', grill icy
From the second they took me up out of that cell
And put me on that bail, I said, lil' bitch I'm back on my bullshit

Said twenty-two years, I said, nigga, no [?]
I'ma keep it cool 'cause I ain't do shit
I be killin' for a comin' of the year
I'll put billboards of me everywhere

In a Porsche out with a bad bitch
Comes in a glass walls everywhere
I'm on some big, big timin' them Cartier
Big, big diamonds

She said my dick ain't big
She must got a big, big pussy (woo)
Yeah, all of my diamonds are [?] pink
Fuck you hoe, I wash my dick in a sink

Bitch, get your mind right
You fuckin' a broke nigga, he can't pay that pussy in a [?]
Fuckin' anybody ain't payin' your rent
Bitch, get your mind right

Yeah, 'cause we back in here ballin' again and again
I'm out [?] I'm spendin' to spend
Bad bitches, models are ten after ten after ten after ten, yeah

So much money, I can't even count it
Gotta scale it away, huh
I'm doin' touchdowns [?] in the club
For you bitches that played us, huh

Look at y'all pussy niggas
Snatchin' bunch of bitches that we already dated, huh
Trap doin' real real numbers, man
This shit feel like we already made it, yeah

We already made it, yeah
This shit feel like we already made it
This shit feel like we already made it, yeah
Trap doin' real real numbers, man
This shit feel like we already made it, yeah

Get a ting and a ting and another ting
But they'll never call me by my government
Fuck the hoe and the nigga she covered in
She gon' buy a plane ticket to fuck with me

I'm gon' lie and say that I'm in love with her
Shit I did for three weeks, now I'm lovin' her
She found out 'bout my bitch and she [?] her
My left hand on her cheek when I'm rubbin' her

I [?] to sleep when I'm fuckin' her
What that mean? I can't link when they cuffin' her
So much money, I'm cuffin' the calendar
So much money, I stuff in the tupperware

They don't know 'bout this hustle I'm runnin' up
They don't know 'bout the struggle I'm comin' from

Trap doin' real real numbers, man
This shit feel like we already made it, yeah
We already made it, yeah
This shit feel like we already made it

This shit feel like we already made it, yeah
Trap doin' real real numbers, man
This shit feel like we already made it, yeah