PROVOLONE! ft. Grezzzo Lyrics

Brand new watch, that bitch cost a ticket

Im in the bank stacking up the digits

Im in the bank stacking up the digits

I just heard your song told Lil Bro to skip it

You and money don't seem like it's clicking

Brand new watch that bitch cost a ticket

Brand new chop hit you from a distance

Im in the bank stacking up the digits

I'm at your show all I heard was crickets

I just heard your song, told Lil Bro to skip it

You and money don't seem like it's clicking

Money counter go beep then it's clicking

Try to say my Glock fake then it's clicking

I tried to tell Lil bro, but he didn't listen

If he would listen he would leave me alone

We smoke your brother like we smoking a cone

I be counting bread, I be counting the scones

I be counting cheese, it's not provolone

If it's not bout money then it's rigamarole

My pockets, fat as hell like fee fi fo

All my diamonds dance yeah they Do-si-do

Got the chop singing just like E-I-O

I run to the money you taking it slow

His pockets look funny I think that boy broke

I know that boy mad as hell he gotta cope

Yo bitch hit me so I'm fucking fasho

Hit this loud pack gotta lower my tone

Yo bitch a dog gotta give her a bone

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Play

2HYPE when they see the Kid Play

Might go and throw a house party like back in the day

This shit with ease, you tryna use full force, you ain't gang

Let me say it plain, you can't hang, hang

Like Shaq on the rim, I swang

Too much sauce on a nigga, it's difficult to keep it plain

I'm sayin'

Yea, finna run it like it's twos

Finna run it like i'm on the fucking news

Finna run it like i'm on in my runnin' shoes

Yea I'm on this motherfuckin' track that I done and crafted

Up on the ones and twos

Just dance, finna bust me a groove

Too turnt when I get up in the mood

Me and Fendi kickin' shit like it's Liverpool

Now that you know how we do

Brand new watch that bitch cost a ticket

Brand new chop hit you from a distance

Im in the bank stacking up the digits

I'm at your show all I heard was crickets

I just heard your song, told Lil Bro to skip it

You and money don't seem like it's clicking

Money counter go beep then it's clicking

Try to say my Glock fake then it's clicking

I tried to tell Lil bro, but he didn't listen

If he would listen he would leave me alone

We smoke your brother like we smoking a cone

I be counting bread, I be counting the scones

I be counting cheese, it's not provolone

If it's not bout money then it's rigamarole

My pockets, fat as hell like fee fi fo

All my diamonds dance yeah they Do-si-do

Got the chop singing just like E-I-O