
Faded in the Coupe Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
I be on my grind, I'm gettin' money, I'm fuckin' bitches, I'm countin' checks
I'm in the coupe, I'm cuttin' up, they hatin' on me, that's why I gotta flex
I'm gettin' to it, they know I'm on it, I can't lie, man, I don't gotta stress
I got a bitch, she know I'm on it, I can't lie, man, she know I'm blessed
Sittin' on my own, man, I was prayin' that I make it
35 in my wood, man, you know I gotta face it
See a lot of fake love, I see a lot of hatred
Keep my head down, I'm tryna make it out the matrix
And I'm faded in the coupe, and I'm prayin' that I make it
Shawty suck me up, she say she like the way I'm tastin'
I be in that mode, I be countin' up these Franklins
And I'm turnin' shit up for the ones that think I'm playin
If I give you a chance, baby, tell me would you take it
35 in my wood, man, I'm about to face it
I was sittin' on my own, I was prayin' that I make it
Gotta keep my head down, gotta make it out the matrix
And I'm prayin' that I make it
I be in that mode, I be countin' up these Franklins
Shawty suck me up, she say she like the way I'm tastin
I be in the coupe, faded, prayin' that I make it
Off probation beat the case, I'm doin' great, that's why they hate
I can never trip because I'm gettin' paid, I'm in my lane
At the paper, I'm not like lames, they be chasin' fame
I be in the game, I feel like Dame, we are not the same
With the gang, ridin' round, R.L.M.G., what we bang
Fuck the mix, all these pussies, I'm just stayin' safe
Talked to bro the other day, why I swear you lay
Stayin' down until I'm up, I'm stickin' to what I say
Wakin' up, I'm gettin' to this money, it's a paper chase
I be cuttin' up in traffic in a 10-speed, they don't wanna race
Fuck the mixin', all these pussies, I'm just stayin' safe
I be on my grind, I'm gettin' money, I'm fuckin' bitches, I'm countin' checks
I'm in the coupe, I'm cuttin' up, they hatin' on me, that's why I gotta flex
I'm gettin' to it, they know I'm on it, I can't lie, man, I don't gotta stress
I got a bitch, she know I'm on it, I can't lie, man, she know I'm blessed