Often Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
I've been writing all these songs
Making all this money often
Flyin' down the highway with the fog lights
Can't see nothin
Sippin' off this bottle
Kinda gettin' hard to function
Pedal to the metal
I'm just hoppin' to feel somethin
Ridin' late night
Let my actions do the talkin
Knew I had to get them digits
When I seen you walkin
What you doin' Out here by yourself
You do this often
Say your man be trippin'
He really be on some off shit
Tell you what
Come take a ride with me
Somewhere you never been
Hop inside the foreign
Put the stars up in the ceiling
Countin' up my money
While you sittin' in a new Benz
I don't need no new friends
Pocket full of Benjamins
Every time you out
Swear you always lookin' finer
In new designer
Say you was a rider
Heard that million times
Girl, you know that I'm tired
Show me somethin' different
Somethin' I can't find yeah
Don't feel right
Somethin' still seem missin
On the block
Countin' money
Cause it feel different
Real eyes, Realize
All the real difference
Tell me why
Tell me why somethin' still missin
Counting money
Numb my pain with the hunnids, baby
Don't stop
Make it drop
Have me goin' crazy
Every day
It feel like a new vibe with you
Stackin' hunnids
Blue strips
To the sky with you
I've been writing all these songs
Making all this money often
Flyin' down the highway with the fog lights
Can't see nothin
Sippin' off this bottle
Kinda gettin' hard to function
Pedal to the metal
I'm just hoppin' to feel somethin
Ridin' late night
Let my actions do the talkin
Knew I had to get them digits
When I seen you walkin
What you doin' Out here by yourself
You do this, often
Say your man be trippin'
He really be on some off shit
I've been touching money every day
I'm tryna touch a million
Give a fuck about your feelings
Nigga, tell me what's the deal
Keep it real
Fool me once
Never twice
Nigga, keep it real
My bitch bad
You bad
Fuck it have a trio
Why these niggas love to talk like I don't do this often
Christian Dior
Louis Vuitton
Know, I'm poppin
Wrap the BB Simmons' round my waist pretty often
Count the money like often
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Often
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Count the money like
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Often
On my own, makin' racks with all these people hatin
Don't call my phone, I was on my back
Nobody help me make it
I'm on my grind
I'm makin' fans
Takin' trips to Vegas
You might miss me, baby girl
Why don't you have some patience
I been writing all these songs
Makin' all this money often
Flyin' down the highway with the fog lights
Can't see nothin
Sippin' off this bottle
Kinda gettin' hard to function
Paddle to the metal
I'm just hopin' to feel something
Ridin' late night
Let my actions do the talkin
Knew I had to get them digits
When I seen you walkin
What you doin' out here by yourself
You do this often
Say your man be trippin'
He really be on some off shit
Often
Often
Often
Count the money like often
Often
Often