600 Seconds Lyrics

10 bands in 10 minutes, that's 600 seconds

The type of money big bros spend is why they call him legend

Fuck the cops, when I turned 12, I said I was 11

Don't call a dime, this bitch nine, I'm getting ate (eight) by seven

Found out rich better than broke, guess what niggas did

Money Kanye crazy, baby, so I went off the grid

Going broke is not a topic, nigga, God forbid

The opps is running out of fucking options, so them niggas hid

Track runners, 1200, looking like some asics

Amiri Tee with purple jeans, I'm trying to keep it basic

I think the new plug cut the bag, I told my fiend come taste it

My lil' niggas head tappers, all they know is face shit

Designer bags filled up on money, got it straight from Chase

Shout out to my ace

And shout out to your B.M, nigga, man, I love her face

Was at a crib when she moved in, like, yeah I love this place

Stupid, goofy, brokey

I hang money around my crib, yeah, that's my type of trophy

One day, hold on, 18,000, man, we love you Sophie

All my bitches green, and I ain't talking about my hoes, cause all them bitches mean

Lil' bro popped out Ksubi Jeans Supreme and them McQueens

Yeah, he tryna go crazy

Money magic, broke to rest, get racks just like McGrady

This Glock a knock like Tank, got 31 like Devin Haney

You get it? He 31 and zero

I never lost, and if I did, I went and fixed the score

I can't find my joint papers, bae go hit the store

She gon' do whatever I say, she call me Mr. Moe

No, I don't like that shit

High as hell, laying on some ass, fuck around and bite that shit

If you know, you know

We coppin' pints, we geeked up, pourin' four for 4s

Them niggas scary, drop the lo, they won't go blow for blow

Y'all is not having no motion, let's go show for show

Like, where the fuck is Dan? I can't switch up on my man, get rich, stick to the plan

Can't show my face around this place, we slidin' tinted vans

Too much motion, tell the club, I'm slidin' in advance

I got the biggest booth, we havin' shit, not even 21, bitch, I'm the truth

White lil' bitch keep sayin, babe, she must be talkin' bout Ruth

Shoutout to my throat goat, I never felt a tooth

Don't wanna fuck the head too good, I know that pussy loose