Hey KK! -
iCarly
Lately I'm counting a check Lately I'm countin' up plenty
Money go taller than Chet Stackin' it taller than Wemby
I ain't mean to flex I know you jealous feel the envy
Bitch I ball like MVP Ball like Embiid
John Cena to these hoes you can't you see me
I got older niggas say they wanna be me
Perky perky perky to the face, it make me sleepy
I mix X with the red now the mix gettin' dirty
Hit me on my phone yo bitch hit me on my celly
Let's go to the telly I said let's go out to the hills we can party
She said I wanna know just how it feels off the molly
I call her Carly
Lights camera action baby let's go make a movie
I hit it too deep she eat me up like foodie
I feel like Timmy duckin' that hoe like Tootie
We be makin' homemade films like it's tubi
I don't fuck with swisher only rollin' loose leaf
I been in two cities back to back tryna find some racks
I'm no good with math only add I can't subtract
So I got right back to that bag right back to this trap
Left her in the past cause she left my heart at last
I want money gwuala gwaup in that order, want the racks
No more perks, I'm feelin' bad, I need my x
I need my percocets I don't need rest
I wanted more cause they treat me like less
So I do my best speak with my chest
Choppa let off this ain't special effects
Lately I'm counting a check Lately I'm countin' up plenty
Money go taller than Chet Stackin' it taller than Wemby
I ain't mean to flex I know you jealous feel the envy
Bitch I ball like MVP Ball like Embiid
Money go taller than Chet Stackin' it taller than Wemby
I ain't mean to flex I know you jealous feel the envy
Bitch I ball like MVP Ball like Embiid
John Cena to these hoes you can't you see me
I got older niggas say they wanna be me
Perky perky perky to the face, it make me sleepy
I mix X with the red now the mix gettin' dirty
Hit me on my phone yo bitch hit me on my celly
Let's go to the telly I said let's go out to the hills we can party
She said I wanna know just how it feels off the molly
I call her Carly
Lights camera action baby let's go make a movie
I hit it too deep she eat me up like foodie
I feel like Timmy duckin' that hoe like Tootie
We be makin' homemade films like it's tubi
I don't fuck with swisher only rollin' loose leaf
I been in two cities back to back tryna find some racks
I'm no good with math only add I can't subtract
So I got right back to that bag right back to this trap
Left her in the past cause she left my heart at last
I want money gwuala gwaup in that order, want the racks
No more perks, I'm feelin' bad, I need my x
I need my percocets I don't need rest
I wanted more cause they treat me like less
So I do my best speak with my chest
Choppa let off this ain't special effects
Lately I'm counting a check Lately I'm countin' up plenty
Money go taller than Chet Stackin' it taller than Wemby
I ain't mean to flex I know you jealous feel the envy
Bitch I ball like MVP Ball like Embiid
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Writer(s): Hey Kk!
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