Dummy lyrics

[Chorus: midwxst]
I wake up, and I count all my money
Think he hard? To me, that sh*t is funny
Think he dressin', but that boy is bummy
I make more than you n*ggas, you dummies
I make more than you make in a week
Only dubs, know I take victories
You wan' start it, then push up and see
Undercover my body, my tee

[Verse 1: midwxst]
He think he buzzin', he finna fall off
I'm buying clothes, I don't care 'bout the cost
This a new era, this sh*t is unlocked
Blonde in my hair, know it stay in my locs
My brothers sip lines, they don't sip CÎROC
My n*ggas smokin' the pavements, them rocks
We can not save him, that boy a lost cause
I throw on my song and nobody gon' pause
Put out a song and, yeah, you finna listen
Diamonds sub on my wrist, you know they glisten
He not with us, not in my division
I get on stage, preach like politicians
I'm too ahead, b*tch, I got a vision
You want this sh*t, want half the way I'm livin'
But you never gonna have it, yeah
Talking my sh*t, I've been braggin', yeah (On God)
[Verse 2: midwxst]
Walk in that b*tch, and I wear Number (N)ine
Free all my brothers that's doing that time
This sh*t not hockey, but we finna slide
Only one midwxst, b*tch, I'm divine
Selling out shows, you best get in line
Punchin' in, baby, I don't need to try
All black coupe, baby, hop in my ride
I hit that girl and then I say goodbye
And you cannot stay the night
That boy think he invincible, think that he Superman, we bringin' Kryptonite
On god, and I really got brothers that's willing to shoot and they don't even need a price
On god, I'm tired of being the humblest n*gga, I'm tired of being nice

[Pre-Chorus: midwxst & Hardrock]
I'm finna talk my sh*t, finna pop my collar
Not on the court, but you know that I'm ballin'
My pockets big while your sh*t gettin' smaller
Gettin' that cash, I don't mean Jdolla
I'm finna talk my sh*t, finna pop my collar
Not on the court, but you know that I'm ballin'
My pockets big while your sh*t gettin' smaller
Gettin' that cash, I don't mean Jdolla (Slatt)

[Chorus: midwxst & Hardrock]
I wake up, and I count all my money
Think he hard? To me, that sh*t is funny (Slatt)
Think he dressin', but that boy is bummy
I make more than you n*ggas, you dummies (Slatt)
I make more than you make in a week
Only dubs, know I take victories (Slatt)
You wan' start it, then push up and see (Slatt)
Undercover my body, my tee (Slatt)
[Verse 3: Hardrock]
Undercover my body, I'm whippin' the Audi
Pull up on your shawty, I'm scoopin' your thottie
I've been whippin' big bodies, been whippin' big tonkas
Been whippin' this sh*t round the city, retarded
He think he f*ckin' with me?
sh*t, yeah, that boy, he f*ckin' retarded
In the back, and I'm smokin' that pack
I'm smellin' like Gucci, YSL, not Axe
I'm seeing them commas, I'm seeing them checks
I'm seeing them commas, yeah, this is a flex
I'm gunnin' for millions, I won't go for less
I'm waiting for them to realize I'm the best
I'm waiting for you, for you to realize
Ride with them blickies, them shooter supplies
[?], I'm just getting high
[?] my body, I'm just getting fly
Talk to me, know you can't f*ck with me
Know you can't mess with me
I'm keeping that bag with me
Yeah, all I do is run them charts
Young lil' n*gga in charge
Young lil' n*gga with the rods
The young n*gga f*ckin' your broads

[Chorus: midwxst]
I wake up, and I count all my money
Think he hard? To me, that sh*t is funny
Think he dressin', but that boy is bummy
I make more than you n*ggas, you dummies
I make more than you make in a week
Only dubs, know I take victories
You wan' start it, then push up and see
Undercover my body, my tee
I wake up, and I count all my money
Think he hard? To me, that sh*t is funny
Think he dressin', but that boy is bummy
I make more than you n*ggas, you dummies
I make more than you make in a week
Only dubs, know I take victories
You wan' start it, then push up and see
Undercover my body, my tee