[Intro] Yeah... count it up, count it up Ay (skrrt) Two-step on a check, ay [Chorus] All my shooters move All my shooters move All them shooters certified Flash 'em on the lens Cold link with no friends Racks gon' make 'em slide I just dropped like forty bands up on the wrist Can't explain the price All my shooters move All my shooters count Won't fit in the coupe We gon' need a route Feel like I'm a saint Every check I cycle out I just spent [Verse 1] I flipped it and I flipped it then I sent it overseas Doubled up the cut, got the city on its knees I could switch your whole season, boy don't test the heat I don't give a damn, watch me park it in the street (skrrt) Bentley on the wide, got the tints on the truck Swerving past the green, never once been stuck Take 'em on a run, leave the register dust Millions in the chase but the feeling kinda numb I count up the bags that I burned through today Still feel kinda cold in a hundred-degree day Pull up with the team, no it ain't no debate Stacked it to the ceiling now the ceiling gotta raise [Chorus] All my shooters move All my shooters move All them shooters certified Flash 'em on the lens Cold link with no friends Racks gon' make 'em slide I just dropped like forty bands up on the wrist Can't explain the price All my shooters move All my shooters count Won't fit in the coupe We gon' need a route Feel like I'm a saint Every check I cycle out I just spent [Verse 2] Ice on the neck got the whole room froze (froze) Came from the bottom now it's penthouse floors (ay) Phone keep ringing but I dodge the calls They was ghost when I was broke now they want it all I don't fold, I don't bend, I don't owe nobody Came up off the pain, threw a check at the lobby Same ones that doubted now they pour at my party Spotlight on me, I'ma run it 'til it's costly [Outro] It ain't lit 'til we step outside Ten shooters, ten shooters, all under the light (light) This type of paper get you crowned up Ten shooters, ten shooters in a-a-a Sixteen bands let's tear the spot up Sun comin' up but we still don't fold up Spend how you breathe, ain't no slowing down now My pretty problem got 'em stuck in a-a-a All my shooters move All my shooters move All them shooters certified Flash 'em on the lens Cold link with no friends Racks gon' make 'em slide I just dropped like forty bands up on the wrist (hey yo)
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