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ten zeros - paris ingram ii lyrics

10 zeroes*
one plus one equals two
n*gga do the math (yeah)
in a maroon car
with the seat peeled back (for real)
yeah she know i’m bout my money
she ain’t gotta ask me
florida n*gga in this bihh
pockets full of salad (what!)
and i’m only setting trends
i ain’t being faddish
brought the muscle out
they like paris being mannish
and my broad look like a model out of dallas
her ass ain’t that big but she know how to swag it (they don’t get it)
let’s have a money race
see who stack it fastest
i got n*ggas in the trap
bank account a mattress
got the ignorance out the way
i’m finna talk that factual
you putting women over money
you ain’t thinking rational
don’t have n*ggas in your circle that ain’t moving tactical
my white fans in la probably say this
radical
i be laughing to the bank yeah this sh*t hysterical
i got automatic funds
i’m a money manual
finna increase my annual
i just said a chapterful (what!)
flip the page on these n*ggas
bobby valentino
smoking gas in adel
riding with my eyes low
plus i’m on that remy (yeah,yeah)
got an hour to go
20 minutes later
i had swerved down the road (skrrr)
gotta hustle for that money twenty five,twenty four
i ain’t scared to lose no money
but i’m scared to be broke
i just want a one in front of ten zeros
i just wanna be the neighborhood hero
finna flood the town with gas soon as it’s legal
i’m a dog on that money yeah i’m like a beagle
i need all of them hundreds like i’m jeff bezos
bout to ship it to em prime
like i’m on a speedboat
i just run with canines
like i’m cesar millan
focused on a million
every penny and every dime
flip them dimes into dollars
and the rest is just time
i invested this time
now imma make the world mine
finna spin it on my finger
i feel like john kline
light the blunt
then rewind
speed it up
when she grind
i asked her how’s the ride
and she say it’s just fine
now our legs intertwined
and she screaming to the sky
gotta feeling like she flying
i walked out the house high
got this blunt in my mouth
finna light it right nie
you can’t get no wine and dine
better hope you get some fries (ha!)
she ain’t even bat an eye
cause she know that i ain’t lie
and my n*gga tote the fye
no alarm
no siren
got a muzzle on that bihh
it don’t even make a sound
told my girl to hold me down
and imma stay tied to the ground
but that money keep me up
we in a chevy rolling up
got the gas from my n*gga
smoking on purp (i’m talking)
blunt full of flurp
i’m talking purp like syrup
i’m talking donatello
i ball like hoodie melo
i’m at yo neck like ch*llos
you on my wave like vessels
my n*ggas stick together
we eating getting extras
got dreads like i am the predator
this weed got me higher than nebula
i’m stuck in the bed off a edible
this loud is disrespectful (purp!)
i smoke just like a kettle
my pockets full of nettle
i want it all won’t settle
this watch ain’t got no bezels
because my time is precious
man every dollar stretching
to make a penny extra
the time is now or never
and i’m just getting better
yeah i need all my cheddar

- paris ingram ii lyrics

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