CLOUD 9

Intro: (Whoo) Chorus: Count, money Stack, stack that money Tryna be all buddy buddy When you get that money, don't trust em Count it up, count that money Count, count that money Count it up, count that money x3 Broke niggas looking crazy See all these fuck niggas hating I don't give a fuck, nigga pay me Damn Count it up (stack it up) x8 Woah Verse 1: Sheesh Count it up Count it up Count it up Run that cash up if it's not enough Or you will be told love is not enough Damn, that's reality So run it up, run it up, athletes And just watch how they all running after me I won't fall for it, zero gravity, damn Anyway back to what matters, g Haters gon always find sum' to hate They tryna watch how I calculate and operate, I keep going, I never brake Son these niggas on a rainy daaaay, that's how they all just evaporate End them all I never hesitate Shits working out, finally pushing weights One (whoo) two (whoo) Really, I make it look easy Trapstarlordi in the building I think it's time I really renovate I just gotta get this money for my family and my niggas My time is coming so I will stay patient Fuck with me, GTA shit, leave you wasted Chorus: Verse 2: Expose my thoughts to get these millions This my destiny, I know this shit meant for me so you can keep your opinion Yeah, I live where the stars at All this hate I disregard that I make trap music and shit But really I'm bout bringing bars back (aye) It's on now I'm back chasing commas Now they gon feel the damn pressure Me and members together We don't give a shit about whoever Work hard & stack these Randelas So there ain't shit they can tell us Oh boy we've been doing better GK my squad we forever Trap, Traplordi I got more range than rover Your fans know I'm colder Soon I'll be all over Know I'm getting closer Got my damn controller Tell the game it's over Got my GK soldiers On cloud 9 like stoners We can't go any lower Lower, Lower, Lower ... gang End