Jamaican Rum

Lyrics

[Verse 1] I'ma keep my gun every time I ride These fuck niggas know that they can't come around me I'm countin' up a bag, thinkin' 'bout my dad Like damn, nigga, I can't wait 'til you get back Real nigga, point-blank-period Snake in the grass, nigga, I can feel your energy Dig your own grave, then I feel it with your family Never lookin' back on nothin', I just let it rest in peace Niggas rattin' just to get they time cut Ain't even know that this gon' be your last summer That bitch you thought you loved ain't who you thought she was She gave that pussy up and got her cookie took I keep that .9 when I'm in these streets Keep grinnin', shit, if you want that beef If you cop like twelve, I'ma throw you like three I'm just tryna make a way for all us to eat Can't keep up when I talk that talk Only gon' understand if you from where I'm from We could start a band with all these drums I was like ten, when I fell in love with guns Won't even make it to see better days You burnin' all your bridges, now you drownin' from the wave But that's what happen when you makin' shit complicated Keepin' my cool, that shit so complicated [Chorus] Million dollar dreams, that's a nightmare Just a young nigga buzzin' like a lightyear With the lick reed, watch me switch speeds I'm the type of nigga that your bitch needs You could check the watch, you could check the band I'm that nigga on and off of Instagram Who gon' get this money? We gon' get this money Who gon' get this money? We gon' get this money [Verse 2] I parked that G-Wag on the [...] block My shit ready to blow, I hope [...] If I catch you slippin', I'ma bust your ass Let it die down for a minute, then we back at it Lookin' like I went on a heist You should know a nigga cool, you could tell by the ice When that smoke come out my nose, it be boostin' my high They be tryna steal a swag, and it be makin' me hot [Bridge] So, I roll up another one Count another hunid-some, I fell in love with the money And I be loaded than a mufucka Hand full of papercuts from countin' up all this money So, I roll up another one Count another hunid-some, I fell in love with the money And I be loaded than a mufucka Hand full of papercuts from countin' up all this money [Chorus] Million dollar dreams, that's a nightmare Just a young nigga buzzin' like a lightyear With the lick reed, watch me switch speeds I'm the type of nigga that your bitch needs You could check the watch, you could check the band I'm that nigga on and off of Instagram Who gon' get this money? We gon' get this money Who gon' get this money? We gon' get this money