Starbucks

Lyrics

Money comin' in, gotta count it, it's a must
 Since you smokin' niggas, that's a Hot Cheeto puff
 All these niggas do is walk around like they tough
 'Til a nigga get shot like Mussolin's butt
 Fuck all that shit, I don't gotta act hard (Nah)
 21 and I'm walkin' with a black card (Yeah)
 Ran up a check, I should be a track star
 He ain't eatin' right, so I make the cat fart
 Right on that nigga face (Haha)
 Should've saw his expression, look like he got maced
 Fuck what that nigga say (Fuck him, fuck him)
 Shoes untied, but I still win a race
 I'm on a whole 'nother level, bitch, I stand out (Stand out)
 Cookie jar bitches got they hands out (Hands out)
 If you don't answer, then I'm at your man's house (Man's house)
 Nickname, "Get More," 'cause he ran out
 What trends have you set? Can I ask? (Can I ask?)
 Rockin' lace fronts but you come in last
 Hoes swear they be gettin' that bag (What?)
 Same bitch wear clothes with a tag
 Weak ass music got my ear bleedin'
 My bitches don't jump, we ain't cheerleadin'
 Noise in the crib, I don't fear demons
 Claimin' they woke, but they still dreamin'
 Wake him up with a large cup, large cup, large cup
 Give him some of that Starbucks, Starbucks, Starbucks
 When they see me, they starstruck, starstruck, starstruck
 Big money, call it Starbucks, Starbucks, Starbucks (Hahaha)
 So much money, I don't know what to do with it (Do with it)
 Might fuck around, tie my shoe with it (Shoe with it)
 Same-ass me with a new image (New image)
 We all know why shorty tooth missin'
 I get straight to it, I don't stall (I don't stall)
 Edges on Mr. Clean, bitch, bald (Bald head)
 You said that pussy tighter than a straw
 But he told me he couldn't even fill it raw
 Okay, um, hello
 Scared bitch, scarecrow
 Some of my nails broke
 'Cause I made her eye match her elbow, wait
 Ain't got time for no rival (Rival)
 I stay booked like the Bible (Bible)
 In these streets, I'm so liable
 To tote that rifle and send hoes higher than the Eiffel
 Shit never stop like a hot mom
 I'm here to the end like dot com
 Rastas pull up like, "Wagwan?"
 "Let me know if you need a new shotgun"
 I'm like, "Okay, merch that, uncle"
 Too much money, how can I be humble?
 I can never be a letdown, save that for the hair up on Rapunzel
 Wake him up with a large cup, large cup, large cup
 Give him some of that Starbucks, Starbucks, Starbucks
 When they see me, they starstruck, starstruck, starstruck
 Big money, call it Starbucks, Starbucks, Starbucks
 

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Duration
02:35
Key
7
Tempo
124 BPM

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