Pak-Man - How Many lyrics
[Pak-Man - How Many lyrics]
Drop the top when I wanna
And let my wrist breathe
Rappers gassing bout they're trappers
In their sixteen but their lies work
They just sold the kids dreams
Never had no white birds like Mis Teeq
Spent years in the ends, had to flip P's
Nine years in the Benz, not a six speed
When you stand out it's hard to be discreet
You know me
I'm hitting Sloane Street this week
Cloth talk, need it for the low
You need a lot more
Made it from the bottom to the top floor
Saying that he on it but I'm not sure
Watch how my chain costs more than a box raw
Why he saying he a boss for?
Might switch the Mеrc for a drop Porsche
Getting money at a fast pacе
I need a crib like Scarface
Say they got birds, how many?
Say they got racks, how many?
Say they got straps, how many?
I put in years, how many?
Blood sweat and tears, how many?
Say they got birds, how many?
Say they got racks, how many?
Say they got straps, how many?
I put in years, how many?
Blood sweat and tears, how many?
Why's he rapping bout straps
That he doesn't have?
Stacks in rubber bands
Just splashed couple grand
I make money moves
She wants bloody shoes, I've had bloody hands
Red bottoms same colour as cocaine
Don't touch my silk bomber jacket, it's Dolce
I've got old money in my old safe
Your bitch don't look good, she looks okay
Change your girl's life
Flew around the world twice
Hit Louis or Chanel but she prefer ice
Who's that rolling with the roof back?
Don't get lost in the sauce and lose track
In the trap where the crack
Make the fiends smile streets wild
Running through Roleys with a green dial
Getting money at a fast pace
I need a crib like Scarface
Say they got birds, how many?
Say they got racks, how many?
Say they got straps, how many?
I put in years, how many?
Blood sweat and tears, how many?
Say they got birds, how many?
Say they got racks, how many?
Say they got straps, how many?
I put in years, how many?
Blood sweat and tears, how many?
Pulled up in drops already
Had thirty on my wrist already
Talking straight cash, all readies
Ran through a M already
Still rolling through the South heavy
Say they got birds, how many?
Say they got racks, how many?
Say they got straps, how many?
I put in years, how many?
Blood sweat and tears, how many?
And let my wrist breathe
Rappers gassing bout they're trappers
In their sixteen but their lies work
They just sold the kids dreams
Never had no white birds like Mis Teeq
Spent years in the ends, had to flip P's
Nine years in the Benz, not a six speed
When you stand out it's hard to be discreet
You know me
I'm hitting Sloane Street this week
Cloth talk, need it for the low
You need a lot more
Made it from the bottom to the top floor
Saying that he on it but I'm not sure
Watch how my chain costs more than a box raw
Why he saying he a boss for?
Might switch the Mеrc for a drop Porsche
Getting money at a fast pacе
I need a crib like Scarface
Say they got birds, how many?
Say they got racks, how many?
Say they got straps, how many?
I put in years, how many?
Blood sweat and tears, how many?
Say they got birds, how many?
Say they got racks, how many?
Say they got straps, how many?
I put in years, how many?
Blood sweat and tears, how many?
Why's he rapping bout straps
That he doesn't have?
Stacks in rubber bands
Just splashed couple grand
I make money moves
She wants bloody shoes, I've had bloody hands
Red bottoms same colour as cocaine
Don't touch my silk bomber jacket, it's Dolce
I've got old money in my old safe
Your bitch don't look good, she looks okay
Change your girl's life
Flew around the world twice
Hit Louis or Chanel but she prefer ice
Who's that rolling with the roof back?
Don't get lost in the sauce and lose track
In the trap where the crack
Make the fiends smile streets wild
Running through Roleys with a green dial
Getting money at a fast pace
I need a crib like Scarface
Say they got birds, how many?
Say they got racks, how many?
Say they got straps, how many?
I put in years, how many?
Blood sweat and tears, how many?
Say they got birds, how many?
Say they got racks, how many?
Say they got straps, how many?
I put in years, how many?
Blood sweat and tears, how many?
Pulled up in drops already
Had thirty on my wrist already
Talking straight cash, all readies
Ran through a M already
Still rolling through the South heavy
Say they got birds, how many?
Say they got racks, how many?
Say they got straps, how many?
I put in years, how many?
Blood sweat and tears, how many?