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777 - nø_øne lyrics

[intro]
yeah
yeah yeah yeah yeah
(f*ck is you talking ’bout?)
(big up the yutes, y’know, huh)
yeah yeah yeah yeah
(aye aye aye yuh)

[chorus]
uh, seven figures, figure it out and i’m gone (gone yeah)
seven b*tches, finger one out and she blowin’ (woah woah woah)
seven wishes, faking ’em out, gettin’ more (huh huh huh huh)
seventy million, don’t need no idioms, gonna need that in the morning, uh
that’s seven cars, seven suits, yeah (yuh yuh yuh)
that’s seven bags on the shoes, yeah (woah woah woah woah)
that’s seven figures, all blues
so i can count ’em up when sh*t get boring (talk ya sh*t)
gonna need that in the* (talk ya sh*t)

[verse 1]
сoupe by the lakeside, booze ’til the daylight (uh uh)
know my doctor hate my f*ckin’ guts ’cause they ain’t right (yeah yeah yeah)
ain’t no rose*tinted glasses when you hear sh*t through the grapevine (when you hear sh*t)
seein’ they true colors gettin’ dark * that’s my main gripe (yeah)
but i dont take * i give, got no f*cks to spend (okay okay)
baby you know that i’m selfish so i’ll beat myself (uh uh)
i do it all by my lonely, these speakers knockin’ so hopefully (yeah yeah)
they can move you out my face like security homie (like security, huh)
no og, some woadies, we gettin’ to the bag (to the to the)
no worries, we growin’, but only care ’bout cash (only care ’bout cash)
what happened to ambition, these b*tches ain’t been no help (huh)
sh*t so monotone it’s messin’ with my f*ckin’ health (yuh woah woah yeah woah yeah)
so i reach out to my benjamins to drown my sorrows (sorrow, wha*?)
no dirty money, but i wash it when i’m feelin’ hollow (hollow? wash it)
know this only the beggining of the end (yuh yuh yuh huh)
see my squad begin to bend, countin’ up so i can see tomorrow (woah woah yeah yeah)
[chorus]
uh, seven figures, figure it out and i’m gone
seven b*tches, finger one out and she blowin’ (yuh yuh huh)
seven wishes, faking ’em out, gettin’ more
seventy million, don’t need no idioms, gonna need that in the morning, uh
that’s seven cars, seven suits, yeah (seven suits)
that’s seven bags on the shoes, yeah (seven bags)
that’s seven figures, all blues (woah woah)
so i can count ’em up when sh*t get boring (count ’em up, so i can count ’em up, yeah )
gonna need that in the*

[verse 2]
motherf*ckin’ hills, give me chills
when you back it up
say you smokin’ mids and it k!lls (woah woah woah woah)
that sh*t dumb as f*ck
seargent * give her drills, she ain’t trill
but she bad enough (huh?)
sh*t, they call ’em cheap, but these thrills (huh? yo yeah yeah uh)
make my money duck
make my money buck like i’m movin’ outta state
need a penny but don’t care whatchu gotta say (woah woah woah yeah)
when i squeeze and pull * get that money minute made (get that money money)
i ain’t shootin’ but for these gems i’m finna play (bah bah)
’cause i put ’em in every d*mn song (yuh)
there’s two sides to this sh*t like a coin (there’s two sides)
heads or tails, anyway i’m destroyin’ (okay okay)
know your plays, know your place * you annoyin’ (you annoyin’)
yeah, but i’m finally movin’ out of this b*tch (let’s go let’s go)
time to get up, time to get f*ckin’ wealthy (okay)
misdirected, lil’ boy, that’s who you is (huh)
give it to ’em one more time like i’m winfrey (woah woah woah woah)
[chorus]
ah, seven figures, figured it out and i’m gone (yuh yuh yuh )
seven b*tches, finger one out and she blowin’ (huh)
seven wishes, faking ’em out, gettin’ more (yeah)
seventy million, don’t need no idioms, gonna need that in the morning, uh
that’s seven cars, seven suits, yeah (seven suits)
that’s seven bags on the shoes, yeah (on the shoes)
that’s seven figures, all blues
so i can count ’em up when sh*t get boring (woah woah woah woah)
gonna need that in the*

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