Dancing with the Stars - K Money & Yung Tory

What's your count, nigga? (M-M-M-Money Music) What's your count, nigga? What's your count, nigga? What's your amount, nigga? All these opps on my block thinking that they purging, ayy Bitch, you don't wanna see me lurking Too much guns up in my room, close the curtains, ayy Don't get caught up in your room, close the curtains What'd you do it for? What's your purpose? All that fuck shit that you did, was it worth it? What'd you do it for? What's your purpose? When you shot that nigga was that shit on purpose? Ayy Me on your block, I'm Google, how I'm searching, ayy Shot that nigga out the frame, it's picture-perfect, ayy When these bullets hit your body, not like Jergens (When these bullets hit your body, have you jerking) Little nigga from my ends and he still learning If I give it to him he ain't gonna be nervous I just told him, "Little bro, do you have a purpose?" He said these lil' niggas at school keep chirpin' Go get some gloves, get a mask, get a stolie Get your gun, get your clip, get your Rollie Shoot that nigga, hit his bitch, hit his homies Then play it back up in your mind just like it's Sony All these opps on my block thinking that they purging, ayy Bitch, you don't wanna see me lurking Too much guns up in my room, close the curtains, ayy Don't get caught up in your room, close the curtains What'd you do it for? What's your purpose? All that fuck shit that you did, was it worth it? What'd you do it for? What's your purpose? When you shot that nigga was that shit on purpose? Ayy Long nose, black gun, I call it Jew, though The way he singing in the station he need a Juno Roll up on 'em splash, brains into noodles We gon' roll up on 'em, splash, send his ass to Pluto Opps hit a window thinking that they pressing 'Lotta mamas cry on your block, it's so depressing 'Lotta homicides, cops locking off your section 'Lotta Twitter talk so my gang go send a message 'Cause I don't pay mind to these Twitter birds chirping Real life, you wanna see that thirty bursting All that fuck shit that you did made me hearse him Nigga fucked with me and now his whole block, yeah, I cursed it All these opps on my block thinking that they purging, ayy Bitch, you don't wanna see me lurking Too much guns up in my room, close the curtains, ayy Don't get caught up in your room, close the curtains What'd you do it for? What's your purpose? All that fuck shit that you did, was it worth it? What'd you do it for? What's your purpose? When you shot that nigga was that shit on purpose? Ayy (M-M-M-Money Music)

Yeah, hmm, hmm Hmm, mmh Hmm, mmh Hmm, mmh (EVRGRN with the heat, yeah) You know how I'm comin' (Comin') You know how I'm bomin', 2020 I want more money Keep them hoes off me, oh I got new money, I old hunnids (Racks) I spend a rack I got paper like origami (No cap) Hmm, woo, uh Racks in, bring 'em to me Back then I was bummy Back then had no money 2020, 20 (20) Save the hundreds, spendin' 20's Laugh to the bank, ain't shit funny Smokin' pack, bitch, I turn zombie It's a new year (New year), I'm prepared Racks in my Amiris and I spend racks on this gear (Amiri) They want my attention, I want money, who cares? (Cares) She wanna suck my dick, that's a truth, I dare her (Truth or dare) Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh Brand new (Brand), just like my shoes (Just like my shoes) Oh my Gosh (Oh my Gosh), bitch I'm a boss She want Louis Vuitton, take her to Ross (Hey) Hol' up, fuck these bitches I got off track (My bad), bitch I need racks I spend them bands (I spend them bands), then make 'em back I call this Moncler André, I spent three stacks I do what I want, you do what you can Want me to sign, I need an advance (No cap) Peter Pan, I mean never land I fuck up a check then do it again Blew a hunnid bands coulda bought me a Benz (A Benz) I'm chasin' millions, so keep your two cents He grew up, don't do R&B but we turned boys to men, ha You know how I'm comin' (Comin') You know how I'm bomin', 2020 I want more money Keep them hoes off me, oh I got new money, I old hunnids (Racks) I spend a rack I got paper like origami (No cap) Hmm, woo, uh Racks in, bring 'em to me Back then I was bummy Back then had no money 2020, 20 (20) Save the hundreds, spendin' 20's Laugh to the bank, ain't shit funny Smokin' pack, bitch, I turn zombie (Dope)

She said she love me She wanna fuck me We can be more than friends (hey) She said I'm ugly She tried to dump me Now she tryna open her legs (woo) She can't get enough, of all this drip I'm sippin' Henny, now she wanna sip She in the telly, say she brought a friend She fell in love 'cause she love how I live She gon' fuck the gang cause all my niggas fly And I know that you want me girl, don't tell no lie Got a main bitch but I'll put you on the side I fucked a gay bitch, yeah I got top from a dyke Bad bitches yeah they rock with us Haven't I made it clear? (haven't I made it clear?) Bad bitches they be stalking us, haven't I made it clear? Said she want me to be her man, I said you just a friend (you just a friend) I ain't doing no fuckin' cuffin' Haven't I made it clear? (haven't I made it clear?) I'm smokin' propane (woo), with your ho man (woo) She do the whole thing (woo), I'm rocking Balmain (woo) I'm eating gourmet, no more 'lone mane With your shorty, she sniffing cocaine I really want you so don't leave me alone She said she wanna take me to go She said she don't want leave me alone She eat my dick like a pizza roll Hold on (woo), bitch I'm so drunk (woo) Ice frozed up (woo), bitch roll up Pour up, in that foreign doin' donuts (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Ayy, smoking loud, I can't hear you (I can't hear you) Got two twins, Tee and Tamira Ayy, I got bad bitches starin' Designer on me, she said Tory what you wearing? She said she love me She wanna fuck me We can't be more than friends (hey) She said I'm ugly She tried to dump me Now she tryna open her legs (hey) She can't get enough, all of this drip I'm sippin' Henny, now she wanna sip She in the telly, say she brought a friend She fell in love 'cause she love how I live Bad bitches yeah they rock with us, haven't I made it clear? Bad bitches they be stalking us, haven't I made it clear? Said she want me to be her man, I said you just a friend I ain't doing no fuckin' cuffin', Haven't I made it clear? (we're just friends) I'm smokin' propane (woo), with your ho man (woo) She do the whole thing (woo), I'm rocking Balmain (woo) I'm eating gourmet, no more 'lone mane With your shorty, she sniffing cocaine Hey, hey, ya, hey, ya, ya, ya (woo)