WARNING ft. Jsprings, SSKYWLKRR & Fizzex Lyrics

Bitch, we turn up, bitch, we turn up in this bitch

Forty points, don't need assist, yeah, yeah

Run the dollar, feelin' higher than a bitch

I ain't dyin' till I'm rich, whoa, yeah

I need all the loot, yeah, I ain't finna lose, yeah

Workin' like a slave, boy, I ain't got no noose, yeah

350 on the dash, and all my bills is blue

Feelin' well-connected like I just hit the Bluetooth

24 car garage, that's a lot of cars 20M's, out of state, bitch, I'm livin' large

Bitch, I'm ridin' through the roof, level with the stars

Make some money with the team, I've been goin' hard

Making that money go stupid, she feel in love with my Cuban

She tryna rock my chain She wanna be part of the gang

Now they screamin', screamin' double cup, I'm leanin

Hit that bitch one time, and now she callin' back, she fiendin

Turnin' up the heat, and now I feel like I'm in Phoenix

I just popped some pills, now I feel like I been geekin

Geeked, geeked, bitch, I stay geeked

Better proceed with caution, man, I'm in this bitch with springs

Bitch, we turn up, bitch, we turn up in this bitch

Forty points, don't need a six, yeah, yeah

Run the dollar, feelin' higher than a bitch

I ain't dyin' till I'm rich, whoa, yeah

I need all the loot, yeah, I ain't finna lose, yeah

Workin' like a slave, boy, I ain't got no noose, yeah

350 on the dash, and all my bills is blue

Feelin' well-connected like I just hit the Bluetooth

I'm in all black, I feel like a villain, hmm, hmm, hmm

I'm in a volcano, that's my villa, hmm, hmm

Look at my diamonds, this shit ain't rented

I got that money, I took it to Fendi

I got that cash, I got plenty

That bitch so bad, she told me to sign these

Yeah, that lil' bitch had a double D

I fuck that bitch in the double tree

Shoot at a nigga, commit a treason

I got a taste for fightin' things

Bitch, we turn up, bitch, we turn up in this bitch

Forty points, don't need assist, yeah, yeah

Run the dollar, feelin' higher than a bitch

I ain't dyin' till I'm rich, whoa, yeah

I need all the loot, yeah, I ain't finna lose, yeah

Workin' like a slave, boy, I ain't got no noose, yeah

Three-fifty on the dash, and all my bills is blue

Feelin' well-connected like I just hit the Bluetooth