10 Bracelets
[ft. YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
(Buddah Bless this beat)
Yeah
More whips than Kunta Kinte
Made a million dollars bootlegging my own mixtape
The block was caliente
Put the boxing gloves on, showed you how to beat cases
If I ever got your number, bitch, I been erased it
Arm full of ten bracelets
I got my arm filled with ten bracelets
I got an arm full of ten bracelets
Arm filled with ten bracelets
I got an arm full of ten bracelets
I got my arm filled with ten bracelets
Hold up, hold up, she basic
Money stuffed in briefcases
Buddah beat, I cremate it
I did the hook, I remade it
Mike Amiri jeans ain't it
Pussy make me fiend lately
I just a bought a team, nigga
Rest in peace to bean, nigga
Niggas ain't sipping no drank, you sipping Listerine, nigga
Pocket side 380, but it still came with a beam, nigga
Straight from ATL, world call me 2 Chainz
I'm my own restaurant, I don't even buy food
I'm my own weed, I don't even buy gas
Got my own bitch, I don't even buy her ass
Got the pint on me and I got it in
I'ma shoot a nigga's pointer, index finger got a rash
More whips than Kunta Kinte
Made a million dollars bootlegging my own mixtape
The block was caliente
Put the boxing gloves on, showed you how to beat cases
If I ever got your number, bitch, I been erased it
Arm full of ten bracelets
I got my arm filled with ten bracelets
I got an arm full of ten bracelets
Arm filled with ten bracelets
I got an arm full of ten bracelets
I got my arm filled with ten bracelets
Switched the plans, ship sinking
Dead friends, Ben Franklin
Foreign engine for a young nigga, man, that shit dangerous
Doing the dash while I'm switching lanes, money what I'm thinking
Got different fantasies for sixty thousand just on one
Money tall, now it won't fold up
It was small now and it grown up
I don't like the conversations, fuck relations, hang the phone up
In the cell mad is the ones I love, I ain't never picked the phone up
Patek plain, I fly to and switch the tone up
And this is the life where it's good, don't reimburse me
I be giving everything back that you gave, that left me hurting
And I know it ain't right
Everything certain, just like everything surface
Jump in the whip, close the curtains
More whips than Kunta Kinte
Made a million dollars bootlegging my own mixtape
The block was caliente
Put the boxing gloves on, showed you how to beat cases
If I ever got your number, bitch, I been erased it
Arm full of ten bracelets
I got my arm filled with ten bracelets
I got an arm full of ten bracelets
Arm filled with ten bracelets
I got an arm full of ten bracelets
I got my arm filled with ten bracelets
