Yeat - Nun id change (nightcore)

Red Bottles up, know you gettin’ slain

Red Bottles up, hundred mill' cash, nothin' I’d change

Now I got the fame

Whole lot of range, diamonds on my, diamonds on my face

Nothin' I can say, I, I don't fuck with all the lames

Take time off, bitch (Ah)

Gettin' hit by a train, motherfuckin' flame

Got a Glock on my side everyday, pussy get sprayed, uh

Every time I motherfuckin' play, everybody shove it in they face, uh

Each night, every day, turnin' 'bout it

Burn a mil’ everyday, got thе cash comin’ in, bitch, ah

Pushin' two-hundred, unwindin’, I'ma call a bitch up, yeah

X all night, yeah, 'bout to boot up

By thе foot up, 'bout to take the Perc’, baby, by the foot, uh

I just here been stayin' to myself, I don't fuck with nobody, at all

Lot of these motherfuckers on the shelf, they cryin' out for help

I don't think that I could feel

I just wish that I could feel (Ugh)