5% TINT ft. Yung Kweez Lyrics

We do not trip bout the money we spent

Five percent you cannot see through the tint no way

Five percent you cannot see through the tint Hold on, take my pic

Nigga take that bitch

We do not trip bout the money we spent

We gotta grind it's way more to go get

Ain't stressing shit we know we gon' be rich

Got a brand new bitch, bought her brand new Rick

Uh, hold on, take my pic

She love the streets they can take that bitch Roll up a wood man I'm tryna get lit

Five percent you cannot see through the tint

We do not trip bout the money we spent

We gotta grind it's way more to go get

Ain't stressing shit we know we gon' be rich

Got a brand new bitch, bought her brand new Rick

Uh, hold on, take my pic

She love the streets they can take that bitch Roll up a wood man I'm tryna get lit

Five percent you cannot see through the tint

She told me she love me I hate her

I cannot do no more favors, I'm tryna get to this paper

Don't care bout a bitch I'ma talk to you later We rollin' up loud, waking up neighbors

Said he want smoke, we sending vapors Don't play around you know we armed and dangerous

Bro ain't gon' hesitate up it and bang it

He was a nobody he was just nameless

Now he on TV, that lil' nigga famous

Turn a rap star to a pop star pop him

Smokin' on flowers, not flowers that blossom

She want me to nut on her butt no problem

Hey, yeah, that's no problem

Hey, she not for the streets, yeah, this bitch for the galaxy

Yeah, this bitch for the galaxy

Woah, huh, yeah, I'm finna turn it up, a notch

They say I'm burning up, I'm hot

Kill all my bitches ex's feel like Scott

I got like too many flows, yeah

Fuckin' on too many heartbroken hoes

I got too many foes, yeah D-R-A-C-O on the go

Take off your cap nigga please, until you do, I will not believe it, yeah

Y-K this and Y-K that, safe to say I'm conceited

Yeah, bitch get the fuck out my face

With that smelly ass pussy I don't wanna eat it, yea

Spent eight nights in my motherfuckin' J's Still goin' hard with no creases, hey

We do not trip bout the money we spent

We gotta grind it's way more to go get

Ain't stressing shit we know we gon' be rich

Got a brand new bitch, bought her brand new Rick

Uh, hold on, take my pic

She love the streets they can take that bitch Roll up a wood man I'm tryna get lit

Five percent you cannot see through the tint

Five percent you cannot see through the tint no way