10kDunkin - Luh da Sound lyrics
[10kDunkin - Luh da Sound lyrics]
(I really like to use cash)
Uh, uh, uh, uh
10 on my face but these jeans Number (N) ine
Three chains on my neck and
All them bitches shinin'
Glock under the seat, it leave a nigga flyin'
I remember way back then I ain't had it
Now I just count it up 'cause I'm havin' it
I'm the young nigga wit'
Racks in the rubberband
I ball wit' the bands
Throw racks wit' the underhand
My niggas kick doors
Probably make Jackie Chan proud
My head all fucked up 'cause
I been smokin' on loud
Yung Joc, nigga, it can go down
I got that fire on me right now
I'm hoppin' out big bodies out of town
Money counter go, "Beep", man
I love the sound
Man, I love the sound
And I'm in the coupe smokin'
Gas wit' the windows down
I can't trust a hoe 'cause I
Know that they get around
Shot up a fuck nigga, told him, "Get down"
Now I'm in the foreign wit' the bands on me
Gotta floor that, nigga, what I have on me
Know his credit card 'cause I got the ID
I ain't trying to talk
I ain't trying to speak
Don't this nigga know this chopper on me?
It's in my pocket so I'm saggin' my jeans
Finesse a nigga, now Chanel on my feet
I'm in the two-seater flexin' wit' two hoes
These niggas softer than a picked-out afro
Got water on my neck and
I can't do a backstroke
I fucked a rich hoe but I'm lendin' her back
Bro
Uh, uh, uh, uh
10 on my face but these jeans Number (N) ine
Three chains on my neck and
All them bitches shinin'
Glock under the seat, it leave a nigga flyin'
I remember way back then I ain't had it
Now I just count it up 'cause I'm havin' it
I'm the young nigga wit'
Racks in the rubberband
I ball wit' the bands
Throw racks wit' the underhand
My niggas kick doors
Probably make Jackie Chan proud
My head all fucked up 'cause
I been smokin' on loud
Yung Joc, nigga, it can go down
I got that fire on me right now
I'm hoppin' out big bodies out of town
Money counter go, "Beep", man
I love the sound
Three chains on my neck and
All them bitches shinin'
I remember way back then I ain't had it
I'm the young nigga wit'
Racks in the rubberband
My niggas kick doors
Probably make Jackie Chan proud
Yung Joc, nigga, it can go down
I got that fire on me right now
I'm hoppin' out big bodies out of town
Money counter go, "Beep", man
I love the sound
Uh, uh, uh, uh
10 on my face but these jeans Number (N) ine
Three chains on my neck and
All them bitches shinin'
Glock under the seat, it leave a nigga flyin'
I remember way back then I ain't had it
Now I just count it up 'cause I'm havin' it
I'm the young nigga wit'
Racks in the rubberband
I ball wit' the bands
Throw racks wit' the underhand
My niggas kick doors
Probably make Jackie Chan proud
My head all fucked up 'cause
I been smokin' on loud
Yung Joc, nigga, it can go down
I got that fire on me right now
I'm hoppin' out big bodies out of town
Money counter go, "Beep", man
I love the sound
Man, I love the sound
And I'm in the coupe smokin'
Gas wit' the windows down
I can't trust a hoe 'cause I
Know that they get around
Shot up a fuck nigga, told him, "Get down"
Now I'm in the foreign wit' the bands on me
Gotta floor that, nigga, what I have on me
Know his credit card 'cause I got the ID
I ain't trying to talk
I ain't trying to speak
Don't this nigga know this chopper on me?
It's in my pocket so I'm saggin' my jeans
Finesse a nigga, now Chanel on my feet
I'm in the two-seater flexin' wit' two hoes
These niggas softer than a picked-out afro
Got water on my neck and
I can't do a backstroke
I fucked a rich hoe but I'm lendin' her back
Bro
Uh, uh, uh, uh
10 on my face but these jeans Number (N) ine
Three chains on my neck and
All them bitches shinin'
Glock under the seat, it leave a nigga flyin'
I remember way back then I ain't had it
Now I just count it up 'cause I'm havin' it
I'm the young nigga wit'
Racks in the rubberband
I ball wit' the bands
Throw racks wit' the underhand
My niggas kick doors
Probably make Jackie Chan proud
My head all fucked up 'cause
I been smokin' on loud
Yung Joc, nigga, it can go down
I got that fire on me right now
I'm hoppin' out big bodies out of town
Money counter go, "Beep", man
I love the sound
Three chains on my neck and
All them bitches shinin'
I remember way back then I ain't had it
I'm the young nigga wit'
Racks in the rubberband
My niggas kick doors
Probably make Jackie Chan proud
Yung Joc, nigga, it can go down
I got that fire on me right now
I'm hoppin' out big bodies out of town
Money counter go, "Beep", man
I love the sound