Pluto - Chetta

Why my figga getting bigger

Why im clutching on the trigger

Why he sip codeine not no liquor

Swear my cup getting thicker

Swear my money come quicker

Drop a bag get ya issue

On the block with my hitta

Think you got me

How you figure

Six figure boy

Thats before rap

Six in my cup

That lil night cap

Say you down bad

Boy you all cap

I be counting money fast

Got my fingers cramp

Got my fingers cramping oww

Why my money dancing now

Pop a xan keep passing out

Mix and match my fashion wow

How my drip be dripping now

Watch ya step keep slipping out

Slow ya roll

The totem pole

Keep lipping out

Get a check

And buy my bitch givenchy wow

Kilo for the stress

Ima flip the frown

Smiling when i pass

Damn i need a crown

Baking soda odor

Cook my heart colder

Ima young never give a hold up

Ima need to roll up

Put me down

Percy in my soda

Baby boy a soulja

Let me drown

Keys to the rover

Ima bit closer

Feeling down

Still feeling down

Still feeling down

Still feeling down

But bitch look at me now

(hook)

Six in the morning

Still fucking rolling

Six milligrams

I be fucking loaded

Say it ain’t true

But you fucking know it

Ive been counting all these problems

Got my feelings showing

Got my feelings showing now

Cut my chest and thaw it out

Clear the scene

Im airing out

Draco laughing

At the clouds

Pop a xan keep acting out

Check for check

Im cashing out

Slow your roll

Im holding tote

Dont pat me down

Tripping off the tabs

Ain’t no backing down

We want all the smoke

Ain’t no passing round

Gucci fendi bags

I need all the clout

Baby count my payroll

That gone take all day tho

Smoking on the fuego

Asalamalakim

Pissing on my name

Got a lot to say on me

Know that shit ain’t change

Still the same ole me

Still feeling

Still feeling down

Still feeling down

Still feeling down

But bitch look at me now