6 Summers

[Hook] Six summers, six summers Got enough work to ball six summers Six bitches, six Hummers Real niggas, all gunners Six summers, six summers Couple mill I'm just trying to live mama Six summers, six summers Got enough work to ball six summers [Verse 1] Young nigga, most wanted Want him dead, twelve hundred My youngin’s raid ya crib just for some lawyer fees Know nothing bout no lobster, raised on pork and beans Counting all this money with that chopper close Ever seen a million on your kitchen floor? Feds taking pictures, think I'm moving dope Never thought I'd see this shit for twenty four Ten bitches, all fucking Mercedes Benz, them six hundreds Sixes on the Jeep, I name it 'Bron James Hundred million dollars, that's my mind frame [Hook] [Verse 2] I've been broke before, I remember that like yesterday All this money that I'm counting got my mama straight Always had that penny grind, I'm talking hard away Day I lost my nigga Four, he took my heart away That's why I ball on you niggas, that's why I stunt on you bitches That's why I'm riding that foreign, so you pussies never forget me And I'm still toting that nina, just pray to god be with me My car dashing one-eighty, my bitch looking like Kimmy My shirt label Versace, and king of diamonds tsunami My sneakers rare like me, that red under my sneaks No shoes off in them boxes, no books all in them bags Don't count money we weigh that, then send it off to that stash, ah [Hook]