Large Amounts (feat. Gucci Mane) E

Can't waste no time, I got two Audemars (two Audemars) Can't waste no time, I got 'em both on me When you this up, it ain't no fallin' off Fuck what they say Get it every day, gotta have my way Countin' large amounts Shit ain't the same from where we started out From where we started out And now I got like seven digits in my bank account Only fuck with them hood niggas Them thug niggas, them drug dealers Gotta thing for them plug niggas Hold big guns, in love wit' em You gon' hop out and spray Nigga play, he gon' lay (yeah) Yeah, I got all this pressure on my shoulders Pay attention to the signs, that's what my mama told me Ain't no love up in these streets, 'cause all these bitches folded Had to stand up on my feet to get this shit in motion 'Cause ain't no way I'm gon' stop now They wanna put me on top now Put the pussy on lockdown But, ain't no way Married to this money, that's my bae 'Cause I only got me, yeah Can't waste no time, I got two Audemars (two Audemars) Can't waste no time, I got 'em both on me When you this up, it ain't no fallin' off Fuck what they say Get it every day, gotta have my way Countin' large amounts Shit ain't the same from where we started out From where we started out (huh) And now I got like seven digits in my bank account (Gucci, go) I can't fuck with broke hoes, I'm too lit, I need a rich one (huh) He like skinny girls, well, point me to the thick ones (well, damn) Wop always got bad bitches, he know how to pick 'em (yeah) And I'ma keep the fire close, can't go out like a victim (bah-baow) Ain't no better feeling than wakin' up with all the millions (mils) A hood nigga with money that ran it up to the ceiling (true) Large amount of cash, no flex, I got a check (cha-ching) You niggas ain't even ballin' for real, these boys in debt (damn) Can't waste no time, I got two Audemars (two Audemars) Can't waste no time, I got 'em both on me When you this up, it ain't no fallin' off Fuck what they say Get it every day, gotta have my way Countin' large amounts Shit ain't the same from where we started out From where we started out And now I got like seven digits in my bank account Only fuck with them hood niggas Them thug niggas, them drug dealers Gotta thing for them plug niggas Hold big guns, in love wit' em You gon' hop out and spray Nigga play, he gon' lay (yeah)