"How Many (Remix)" lyrics
Guapdad 4000, !llmind & Rick Ross Lyrics
"How Many (Remix)"
Do you think you're better off alone?
!llmind put the loop on
[Guapdad 4000:]
Big bust down, Hellcat did the race
Big mask on, no face, no case
Big black truck, back-to-back from the bank
Back to facts, next raise in the safe
Drivin’ hella slow, you don't race no Wraith
Diamonds like a king, to my whip I'm a slave
Diamonds on my queen, to this dick she a slave
Let’s count it up, see what we made
[Guapdad 4000 (Rick Ross):]
How many times did you call me? I told you I'm droppin' it off (Brrt, brrt, brrt)
How many times I said, "Fuck it, we hungry, I'm breakin' the law"?
How many drugs did you do 'fore you realized you numbin' your flaws? (It's the biggest, yes)
How many bottles you bought ’fore you realized you lost in the sauce? (Huh, Maybach Music)
[Rick Ross:]
Big bankroll, real nigga, live twice
Smile in the roads like the grill all lights (Huh)
Told me where she from, and her friend, both Pisces
(Shippin’ out bottles, for the last four nights)
Niggas say, "Shine" so I rock more rings
Run up on mine know the Glock gon' bang
Clique stay strong ’til we got more fame
'Til my dogs came home, no this shit won't change
Still in the zone, Boss hot as propane
Still turn a corner like blocks of cocaine (Haha)
Niggas that's broke, no they cannot relate (Brrt)
Do the red carpet, and know that we lit
Valet the V9, you know that’s my thing (Huh)
Heavy all night, so she notice my chain (Yes)
This for my niggas, I'm wishing you well (Well)
Call me a suspect but never would tell (On my life, for my niggas)
[Guapdad 4000 (Rick Ross):]
Big bust down, Hellcat did the race (Yeah-ya)
Big mask on, no face, no case (Yes)
Big black truck, back-to-back from the bank (Black Bottle Boys)
Back to facts, next raise in the safe (We on)
Drivin' hella slow, you don't race no Wraith (Huh)
Diamonds like a king, to my whip I'm a slave (Zone out)
Diamonds on my queen, to this dick she a slave (This money long now)
Let's count it up, see what we made (The money long now)
How many times did you call me? I told you I'm droppin' it off (I'm droppin' it off, yes)
How many times I said, "Fuck it, we hungry, I'm breakin' the law"? (Fuck 'em all, let's go)
How many drugs did you do 'fore you realized you numbin' your flaws? (Huh, huh)
How many bottles you bought 'fore you realized you lost in the sauce? (Woo)
[Guapdad 4000:]
Big bubble Lex, do it bigger than a double X
I'm in the sky, that's a humble flex
Tryna plot with the team like a huddle neck
Hoppin' out with the beam, space shuttle TEC
You don't double check, we just double checks
Doin' double dates, gettin' double neck
Money turn me on, it's a fuckin' check, it's a fuckin' check
Big bust down, Hellcat did the race (Race)
Big mask on, no face, no case (Yeah)
Big black truck, back-to-back from the bank (Back to back)
Back to facts, next raise in the safe (The safe)
Drivin' hella slow, you don't race no Wraith (Yeah)
Diamonds like a king, to my whip I'm a slave (I'm a slave)
Diamonds on my queen, to this dick she a slave (She a slave)
Let's count it up, see what we made (Yeah)
How many times did you call me? I told you I'm droppin' it off (Yeah)
How many times I said, "Fuck it, we hungry, I'm breakin' the law"? (Oh)
How many drugs did you do 'fore you realized you numbin' your flaws?
How many black bottles you bought 'fore you realized you lost in the sauce?
How many, how many? Yeah
How many, how many? Yeah
How many, how many, how many, how many?
How many, how many? Yeah (Black Bottle Boys)
How many, how many, how many, how many? Yeah
How many, how many? (How)
How many, how many, how many, how many? (I lost count, I lost count)
How many, how many? Uh-uh
Do you think you're better off alone?
Do you think you're better off alone?
Maybach Music
Writer(s): Ramon Jr. Ibanga, Eelke A. Kalberg, Sebastiaan Molijn, Akeem Douglas Hayes
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