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not how I planned it
I had some fans that hopped and abandoned ship
When they thought that I wasn't gone pan out, I got a plan
They say that success is the greatest revenge, tell all your friends
Cole on a mission, cementin' the spot as the greatest that did it
Before it all ends, nigga

[Chorus: 21 Savage]
How much money you got? (A lot)
How many problems you got? (A lot)
How many people done doubted you? (A lot)
Left you out to rot? (A lot)
How many pray that you flop? (A lot)
How many lawyers you got? (A lot)
How many times you got shot? (A lot)
How many niggas you shot? (A lot)
How many times did you ride? (A lot)
How many niggas done died? (A lot)
How many times did you cheat? (A lot)
How many times did you lie? (A lot)
How many times did she leave? (A lot)
How many times did she cry? (A lot)
How many chances she done gave you?
Fuck around with these thots (A lot)

[Outro]
Break it on down, I break it on down
I break it on down, I break it on down
I break it down, I break it down
I break it down, I break it down
I break it on down, I break it down
I break it down, I break it down
I break it down, I break it down
I break it down, I break it down, I br-

Genius Lyrics:
​a lot Lyrics

[Intro: 21 Savage]
I love you
Turn my headphone down a little bit, yeah
For so many reasons
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (I do), yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah, yeah, ah, ah, whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah

[Pre-Chorus: 21 Savage]
How much money you got? (Straight up)
How much money you got? (Straight up)
How much money you got? (Straight up)
How much money you got? (A lot)

[Chorus: 21 Savage]
How much money you got? (A lot)
How many problems you got? (A lot)
How many people done doubted you? (A lot)
Left you out to rot? (A lot)
How many pray that you flop? (A lot)
How many lawyers you got? (A lot)
How many times you got shot? (A lot)
How many niggas you shot? (A lot)
How many times did you ride? (A lot)
How many niggas done died? (A lot)
How many times did you cheat? (A lot)
How many times did you lie? (A lot)
How many times did she leave? (A lot)
How many times did she cry? (A lot)
How many chances she done gave you fuckin around with these thots? (A lot)

[Verse 1: 21 Savage]
Every day that I'm alive, I’ma ride with the stick
I'd rather be broke in jail than be dead and rich
Told my brothers take my breath if I turn to a snitch
But I'm 21 4L, ain’t no way I'ma switch

[Interlude]
Break it down, I break it down
I break it down, I break it down
I break it down, I break it down
I break it down, I break it down

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Penitentiary chances just to make a couple bucks
My heart so cold I could put it in my cup
Gang vs. the world, me and my dawg, it was us
Then you went and wrote a statement, and that really fucked me up
My brother lost his life and it turned me to a beast
My brother got life and it turned me to the streets
I been through the storm and it turned me to a G
But the other side was sunny, I get paid to rap on beats

[Chorus: 21 Savage]
How much money you got? (A lot)
How many problems you got? (A lot)
How many people done doubted you? (A lot)
Left you out to rot? (A lot)
How many pray that you flop? (A lot)
How many lawyers you got? (A lot)
How many times you got shot? (A lot)
How many niggas you shot? (A lot)
How many times did you ride? (A lot)
How many niggas done died? (A lot)
How many times did you cheat? (A lot)
How many times did you lie? (A lot)
How many times did she leave? (A lot)
How many times did she cry? (A lot)
How many chances she done gave you?
Fuck around with these thots (A lot)

[Interlude: J. Cole]
Break it on down, I break it on down
I break it on down, I break it on down
Yeah, I just came from the A
I drove back home, six-hour drive, six-and-a-half
Before I left I stopped by to see my nigga 21 in the studio
He had two of his kids with him right in the studio, that's when I knew
You a stand up nigga, I love seein' shit like that

[Verse 3: J. Cole]
Question
How many faking they streams? (A lot)
Getting they plays from machines? (A lot)
I can see behind the smoke and mirrors
Niggas ain't really big as they seem (Hmm)
I never say anything (Nah), everybody got they thing (True)
Some niggas make millions, other niggas make memes (Hmm)
I'm on a money routine
I don't want smoke, I want cream
I don't want no more comparisons
This is a marathon and I’m aware
I been playing a bet from a lack of promotions
I never was one for the bragging and boasting
I guess I was hoping the music would speak for itself, but the people want everything else
Okay, no problem, I’ll show up on everyone album
You know what the outcome will be
I'm batting a thousand
It’s got to the point that these rappers don't even like rappin' with me
Fuck it 'cause my nigga 21 Savage just hit me
And told me he saved me a spot on a new record he got
He call it "a lot," I open my book and I jot
Pray for Tekashi, they want him to rot
I picture him inside a cell on a cot
’Flectin' on how he made it to the top
Wondering if it was worth it or not
I pray for Markelle 'cause they fucked up his shot
Just want you to know that you got it, my nigga
Though I never met you, I know that you special
And that the Lord blessed you, don't doubt it, my nigga
Dennis Smith, Jr., stay solid, my nigga
I'm on a tangent,

🎼 Sunflower - Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse from Sunflower (Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse)
🎤 by Post Malone feat. Swae Lee

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ohh
Ayy, ayy
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ohh

Needless to say, I keep her in check
She was all bad-bad, nevertheless (yeah)
Callin' it quits now, baby, I'm a wreck (wreck)
Crash at my place, baby, you're a wreck (wreck)

Needless to say, I'm keeping her in check
She was all bad-bad, nevertheless
Callin' it quits now, baby, I'm a wreck
Crash at my place, baby, you're a wreck

Thinkin' in a bad way, losin' your grip
Screamin' at my face, baby don't trip
Someone took a big L, don't know how that felt

Lookin' at you sideways, party on tilt
Ooh-ooh, some things you just can't refuse
She wanna ride me like a cruise and I'm not tryna lose

Then you're left in the dust unless I stuck by ya
You're the sunflower, I think your love would be too much
Or you'll be left in the dust, unless I stuck by ya
You're the sunflower, you're the sunflower

Every time I'm leavin' on ya (ooh)
You don't make it easy, no, no
Wish I could be there for ya
Give me a reason to, go

Every time I'm walkin' out
I can hear you tellin' me to turn around
Fightin' for my trust and you won't back down
Even if we gotta risk it all right now, oh

I know you're scared of the unknown (-known)
You don't wanna be alone (alone)
I know I always come and go (and go)
But it's out of my control

And you'll be left in the dust, unless I stuck by ya
You're the sunflower, I think your love would be too much
Or you'll be left in the dust, unless I stuck by ya
You're the sunflower, you're the sunflower, yeah



Writer(s): KHALIF MALIK IBIN SHAMAN BROWN, AUSTIN RICHARD POST, CARTER LANG, LOUIS BELL, BILLY WALSH, CARL ROSEN


🎼 Sunflower - Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse from Sunflower (Spider-Man: Into the Spider-Verse)

Racks on Racks Lyrics

[Intro]
Diablo on the beat, bitch
Hey, yeah, yeah
Ooh, ooh (Ayy)

[Chorus]
Racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on racks, bitch
(Esskeetit, ooh)
Racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on racks, bitch
(Yuh, yuh, yuh, ooh)
None of my cars ain't rented
All matte black, my windows tinted (Ooh, brrt)
Fuck a bitch once say, "Now I'm finished"
Fuck a bitch once say, "Now I'm finished" (Yuh, yuh, yuh, let's go)
Racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on racks, bitch (Esskeetit)
Racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on racks, bitch
(Bitch, bitch, bitch, esskeetit)
None of my cars ain't rented
All matte black, my windows tinted (Ooh)
Fuck a bitch once say, "Now I'm finished" (Ooh, ooh)
Fuck a bitch once say, "Now I'm finished" (Yuh, yuh, ooh)

[Verse]
Fuck a bitch once say, "Now I'm finished" (Finished)
Popped two Percs, now I don't feel it (Woo)
Is you with it? Show me your titties (Titties)
Ugly ass hoes cannot come kick it (Brrt)
Ooh, all black Lambo (Lambo)
I fuck a bitch in my Versace sandals (Sandals)
Got a new bando, look like castle
Told the bitch let me sniff coke off her asshole (Yuh, yuh, yuh, let's go)
80 degrees, still wear Gucci fur coat (Brrt)
Bust in her face and she call it a facial (Facial)
I left Patricia and now I'm with Rachel (Huh?)
Fell asleep on a Xan, woke up with bankroll (Goddamn)
Ooh, woo, woo, woo
She flash her titties out of the roof
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh (Brrt)
I think I got some Molly in my tooth (Yuh)

[Bridge]
I could buy you coke, but can't buy you food (Food)
Told the bitch come bring the food to my room (Uh-uh)
Bitch, what the fuck wrong with you?
(What the fuck wrong with you, ho?)
Bitch, I love drank, bitch, I don't love you (I don't love you at all)

[Chorus]
Racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on racks, bitch
(Esskeetit)
Racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on racks, bitch
(Yuh, yuh, yuh, ooh)
None of my cars ain't rented
All matte black, my windows tinted (Ooh, brrt)
Fuck a bitch once say, "Now I'm finished"
Fuck a bitch once say, "Now I'm finished" (Yuh, yuh, yuh, let's go)
Racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on racks, bitch (Esskeetit)
Racks on racks on racks on racks on racks on racks, bitch (Esskeetit)
None of my cars ain't rented
All matte black, my windows tinted (Ooh)
Fuck a bitch once say, "Now I'm finished" (Ooh, ooh)
Fuck a bitch once say, "Now I'm finished" (Yuh, yuh, ooh)