Amari ft. ET0 Lyrics

Hundreds of thousands won't spend on no bitch

I got W's changing to M's how I flip

Bitch, I'm the batter, I'm switchin' my grip

I been movin' round cause that shit just how I live

In the foreign, I'm speedin', I pull up then leave it

The studio colder than ice in the freezer

I break a bitch back cause the bond gettin' deeper

I'm killin' a cat, better call me the Reaper

I'm on seven different type of levels

I feel like I'm one of the best of the best

I turn my bedroom into a studio

And ever since then, I didn't have time to rest

I pray to the cross hangin' on to my chest

Me and my baby dress out to impress

I roll up in papers, and these interviews

I guess I'm makin' some time for the press

Ooh, movin' the pounds, gettin' money, I'm sellin' the dope

I been on fire, lil' bitch better stop like a Pre-and go roll

Brothers, they always gon' slide with a poole

Shit, this is magic, they swarm like a flock

Now that I got to cash, its the dough

I love flyin' out of state

I guess my private jet flew over your estate

And the ATL's callin' my name, it's callin' my name

That's word of my BZ, that's word to my blake

The studio's gettin' too easy, gettin' too easy

Gettin' too easy for me

I'm sellin' these tickets, I'm sellin' these shows

Shoutout to villa, he hittin' my phone

Flyin' in the Wraith, bitches know they fake

Every fuckin' day, music on the way

They don't want no fade, feel it in my brain

You on the side, ain't got time for me

These haters, they say what they say

They say what they say, but it ain't meanin' shit to us

I pull up to the parties, I pull up to the shows

And they pourin' that shot, come on, fill it up

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Somebody go call a doctor

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

I got bitches, they drownin' in water

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Somebody go call a doctor

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

Ain't no one in this bitch goin' harder

Ran out of stamina, ran out of shits to give

Bitches is lit

I got your baby mama in my crib

I got your baby mama in my crib

I ran out of fucks to give for ya

Cause the Audemar shinin' too bright for ya bitches

From club to club, these bitches is bitches

They bitchin' about what I do for a livin

Ooh, movin' the pounds, gettin' money, I'm sellin' the dope

I been on fire, lil' bitch better stop like a Pre-and go roll

Brothers, they always gon' slide with a poole

Shit, this is magic, they swarm like a flock

Now that I got to cash, its the dough