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fytb smoke, billionaire black & fbg duck - 6 figures lyrics

[intro: fbg duck, billionaire black & ]
hah, woah, ooh
you better get this f+cking money out here, man (gang)
()
so much f+cking money out here, man ()

clout boyz (money)

ooh (all this motherf+cking money, man)

(turn up)
(woah, let’s get it)
[chorus: kid smoke]
no pen, these for your thoughts when i tell a goofy, “save that” (goofy)
i can get you lost if you really wanna play that (kid smoke)
i ain’t gotta save that, i just gave the word to lil’ bro
gon’ slide through your block and relay that
i just f+cked a b+tch, if she hate, i probably hit her
all about my dollars, i don’t think you gеt the picture (at all)
one thing on my mind, man, i gotta gеt richer (bands, bands)
tryna stack a mill’, what the f+ck is six figures?
what? what?
all about my dollars, i don’t think you get the picture (at all)
one thing on my mind, man, i gotta get rich (bands, bands)
tryna stack a mill’, what the f+ck is six figures? (bands)
if i hear he’s oppin’, cut him off, no scissors
too many enemies to be worried ’bout snitches
one thing on my mind, man, i gotta get richer
tryna stack a mill’, what the f+ck is six figures?

[verse 1: kid smoke]
probably smokin’ weed right after a long day
money on me and i keep it the long way (cash)
came the road to riches, watch the goofies go the wrong way
steady gettin’ paid even when it’s my off day (swear i’m so paid)
back in the day, they want work, they would call me
fifteen years old servin’ grams in the hallway (that loud)
and now i’m on the beat slangin’ crack, f+ck with me, my sh+t smack
if you don’t got them bands, don’t call me (goofy)
never been the type to give a f+ck ’bout what you say (at all)
i’m too busy workin’, people know my name from state to state (they do)
matter fact, different counties, difference is i’m really hungry
probably why i’m steady out here eatin’ all these 808s (i am)
f+ck doin’ verses for the low+low
boy, i’m clouted up, you ain’t f+ckin’ with no no+no
told him, “link up,” no surprise he a no show
goofy+ass rappers ’bout to pull me into my old ways (kid smoke)
one thing on my mind, tryna figure out my next move
if he out here livin’ day+to+day, lord, bless you (amen)
got to keep workin’ ’cause my old [?]
[?] verses, i’m the sh+t, no restroom
your b+tch parley, no, i can’t go for that
really gettin’ paid, probably why the kid showin’ racks
stackin’ that green, big bro, where’s my team?
’cause i know that sh+t gon’ come around like a cul+de+sac
[chorus: kid smoke & billionaire black]
no pen, these for your thoughts when i tell a goofy, “save that” (goofy)
i can get you lost if you really wanna play that (kid smoke)
i ain’t gotta save that, i just gave the word to lil’ bro
gon’ slide through your block and relay that
i just f+cked a b+tch, if she hate, i probably hit her
all about my dollars, i don’t think you get the picture (at all)
one thing on my mind, man, i gotta get richer (bands, bands)
tryna stack a mill’, what the f+ck is six figures?
what? what?
all about my dollars, i don’t think you get the picture (at all)
one thing on my mind, man, i gotta get rich (bands, bands)
tryna stack a mill’, what the f+ck is six figures? (bands)
if i hear he’s oppin’, cut him off, no scissors
too many enemies to be worried ’bout snitches
one thing on my mind, man, i gotta get richer (woah, clout god)
tryna stack a mill’, what the f+ck is six figures? (let’s get it)

[verse 2: billionaire black]
tryna stack a m, six figures ain’t sh+t (m&m’s)
i just spent a couple bands on my b+tch (let’s get it)
got a couple bands that’ll get you hit (band up)
b+tch, i’m clouted up, clout boyz, we the sh+t (clout up)
rather chase a bag, f+ck all that broke sh+t (band up)
styrofoam cups and the purple potion (let’s get it)
my young n+ggas trigger+happy, scream the four+fifth (boom)
run up black, f+ck n+gga blowin’ (boom, boom, boom, boom)
better get this move like a f+ckin’ [?] (let’s get it)
wet a n+gga up like he in the ocean (blah)
catch me in traffic, we in motion (skrrt)
smokin’ on that dope, man, that sh+t potent (dope)
ridin’ ’round with it on me, but wooski totin’ (woah)
if we see a opp, then we smoke him (blow)
ain’t no jokin’, if he holdin’, poke him
take him down, smoke him, gang
[chorus: kid smoke & fbg duck]
no pen, these for your thoughts when i tell a goofy, “save that” (goofy)
i can get you lost if you really wanna play that (kid smoke)
i ain’t gotta save that, i just gave the word to lil’ bro
gon’ slide through your block and relay that
i just f+cked a b+tch, if she hate, i probably hit her
all about my dollars, i don’t think you get the picture (at all)
one thing on my mind, man, i gotta get richer (bands, bands)
tryna stack a mill’, what the f+ck is six figures?
what? what?
all about my dollars, i don’t think you get the picture (at all)
one thing on my mind, man, i gotta get rich (bands, bands)
tryna stack a mill’, what the f+ck is six figures? (bands)
(fbg sh+t)
if i hear he’s oppin’, cut him off, no scissors
too many enemies to be worried ’bout snitches (fbg, b+tch)
one thing on my mind, man, i gotta get richer (clout boyz)
tryna stack a mill’, what the f+ck is six figures?

[verse 3: fbg duck]
look, i’m not the one you wanna talk to, n+gga, better watch who you talk to, n+gga (better watch your mouth)
i’ll make my shooters come off you, n+gga, that’s the type of sh+t a boss do, n+gga (brrt, bah)
i told your lil’ b+tch she can give me her face and i’ll give her a hundred dollars (ooh)
you say you don’t love her, i know that you love her, you lyin’ motherf+cker (turn up)
you not talkin’ money, then don’t talk to me ’cause you see all i talk is ben franklins (money)
n+ggas be hatin’, okay, ’cause i be doin’ what they can’t (goof’+ass)
if you not talkin’ money, then please get the f+ck out my face (goof’+ass)
i tried to show these n+ggas how to get some money, but they couldn’t wait
money

[chorus: kid smoke]
no pen, these for your thoughts when i tell a goofy, “save that” (goofy)
i can get you lost if you really wanna play that (kid smoke)
i ain’t gotta save that, i just gave the word to lil’ bro
gon’ slide through your block and relay that
i just f+cked a b+tch, if she hate, i probably hit her
all about my dollars, i don’t think you get the picture (at all)
one thing on my mind, man, i gotta get richer (bands, bands)
tryna stack a mill’, what the f+ck is six figures?
what? what?
all about my dollars, i don’t think you get the picture (at all)
one thing on my mind, man, i gotta get rich (bands, bands)
tryna stack a mill’, what the f+ck is six figures? (bands)
if i hear he’s oppin’, cut him off, no scissors
too many enemies to be worried ’bout snitches
one thing on my mind, man, i gotta get richer
tryna stack a mill’, what the f+ck is six figures?

- fytb smoke billionaire black fbg duck lyrics

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