RINGS! ft. Im Sos Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, huh

(Ayo rann0, this shit hard!) Uh uh uh, oh woah

Yeah, I'm walkin' with that strap

Arms all black

I might just take you off the map

Better fall back

See him run up for the bag, then this chopper finna wack

Rosie how I keep the hammer, I could never lack

Told her don't call back, she a dime sent

Had to drop her off, know my time better spent

I'm tryin' to be so rich I never gotta pay the rent

Stackin' till my pockets big body

Drop 100K, won't leave a dent

Whoa, rings

Get a bag, run it up (Run it up)

Whoa, rings

Sonic how I'm chasin' bread (Yeah)

Uh, where the bag?

I get up, I'm gon' go cop it (Aye)

You must fumble for a living, I could never drop it (Huh)

Whoa, rings

Countin' cash, I sum it up (Sum it up)

Whoa, rings

Smokin' chronic, countin' dead (Yeah)

Niggas mad when I get money, I could never stop it (Nah)

Cut the bread up with my gang, you know we gon' chop it (Yeah)

Oh, woah, woah

I been on the grind, I can't let go

Thoughts in my mind gon' take control

They done had me movin' slow

Can't let that take a hold of me, I still go get it

Every day I wake up tryna go and stack these digits

I gotta do this shit for everybody who's around me

Big step when I move like Shaq

What you do don't astound me

Stack it up on my lonely

Make me a check and I fall to the background (Huh)

They tryin' to hoe me, run my shit

Need my bag now (Need my bag)

I'm finna take what they owe me

Hop in this bitch, you get smacked down

Still got a C in my waist, look at my belt

I bring a K 'round

It's finna blast if you get in the away

If I don't make money, then it's a bad day

When I get blues, man

It's open arms to a sad day

These bands to the face, ain't talkin' no Ray

Work too hard, this shit ain't play

Kid like Cudi

I'm on the grind all night, all day

Want me to slide for the feature

Told him to slide me a pay, yeah

I'm finna stack it up, stack it up, stack it up, stack it up

We make this money, baby, stackin' this shmoney, yeah

I'm finna stack it up, stack it up, stack it up, stack it up

Whoa, rings

Get a bag, run it up (Run it up)

Whoa, rings

Sonic how I'm chasin' bread (Yeah)

Uh, where the bag?

I get up, I'm gon' go cop it (Aye)

You must fumble for a living, I could never drop it (Huh)

Whoa, rings

Countin' cash, I sum it up (Sum it up)

Whoa, rings

Smokin' chronic, countin' dead (Yeah)

Niggas mad when I get money, I could never stop it (Nah)

Cut the bread up with my gang, you know we gon' chop it (Yeah)

(Oh, woah, woah)

Where the bag? I get up, I'm gon' go cop it

You must fumble for a living, I could never drop it (Nah)

(Oh, woah, woah)

Niggas mad when I get money, I could never stop it

Cut the bread up with my gang, you know we gon' chop it

(Oh, woah, woah)

You- you- you- you- you know we gon' chop it

Niggas- niggas mad when I get money, I could never stop it