TEN! Lyrics

Give a fuck about hoes

Stay steppin, ten toes

Ten bands, ten plaques

Two hands, one show

When that lil bitch gon' pop out

We gon' show her how it go

How we stay stackin' the racks

And droppin' tracks out like she know

I'm in the rover

Bentley truck, I'm barely stayin' sober

I'm over

Always got it on, Doc Marten black loafers

Talkin' like I'm wrong on how I'm boutta give you closure

Bipolar, I'm too caught up with my racks I lose composure

Give a fuck about hoes

Stay steppin, ten toes

Ten bands, ten plaques

Two hands, one show

When that lil bitch gon' pop out

We gon' show her how it go

How we stay stackin' the racks

And droppin' tracks out like she know

I'm in the rover

Bentley truck, I'm barely stayin' sober

I'm over

Always got it on, Doc Marten black loafers

Talkin' like I'm wrong on how I'm boutta give you closure

Bipolar, I'm too caught up with my racks I lose composure

I'm too busy stackin' racks

And wrappin' pape with rubber bands

Like imma have to run that back

I'm packin' cash, do it again

Double tap, it's just a fact

Yo bitch is trippin, no amends

She actin' wack, I tell her do the dash

Go run back to yo man, aye

I'm runnin' milli's up

No pay cut, get a raise

No need to stunt to say sum

You already know my name

Got the bitches in my business

I can't even catch a break

Ain't no askin' how I did it

You just know I got the bank, aye

You know we pull up with the team

Now we gon' get to talkin

Stackin' guap and gettin' green

Got milli's up in paper, rep a bust-down AP

Always steppin' like a player

Diamonds shinin' how it gleam

Like I'm always goin' hot

Nah, shit don't never stop

Shawty wanna talk but she a money chasin' thot

Imma tell that bitch to wait

Cause I got bank that imma drop

If there's too much on my plate

Ain't no debate, I throwin' guap

Give a fuck about hoes

Stay steppin, ten toes

Ten bands, ten plaques

Two hands, one show

When that lil bitch gon' pop out

We gon' show her how it go

How we stay stackin' the racks

And droppin' tracks out like she know

I'm in the rover

Bentley truck, I'm barely stayin' sober

I'm over

Always got it on, Doc Marten black loafers

Talkin' like I'm wrong on how I'm boutta give you closure

Bipolar, I'm too caught up with my racks I lose composure

Give a fuck about hoes

Stay steppin, ten toes

Ten bands, ten plaques

Two hands, one show

When that lil bitch gon' pop out

We gon' show her how it go

How we stay stackin' the racks

And droppin' tracks out like she know

I'm in the rover

Bentley truck, I'm barely stayin' sober

I'm over

Always got it on, Doc Marten black loafers

Talkin' like I'm wrong on how I'm boutta give you closure

Bipolar, I'm too caught up with my racks I lose composure