letra de hills - crystal ash
[intro: crystal ash]
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[chorus: crystal ash]
i run it up, i count up my bills
that b-tch a b-tch, we ain’t f-ckin’ with him
don’t give a f-ck, dont give a sh-t
lil’ b-tch, i’m rich, my wrist covered in gems
not talking guap, then you better zip
b-tch, i won’t stop ’til i make a mil
i run it up, i count up my bills
i’m going up, like i’m climbing a hill
[verse 1: crystal ash]
b-tch i’m on top, b-tch you fell off like you fell off the top of a building
oh h-ll nah, oh my god
keep me a vvs sword when i’m weilding
keep me a stain like i spilled ink
i focus on money, them real things
both of my wrist got them diamonds, them sh-ts hit pink
if you not shining then, little b-tch, please
b-tches they been on my d-ck because i got them bags
crystal ashley been on top
b-tch, i been doing the best and they mad
yeah, you say i’m broke, b-tch, that’s funny
when i walk out to the bank, b-tch, i laugh
b-tch i be making that money, they hate, they don’t wanna see me where i’m at
[hook: crystal ash]
b-tch, i got the paper like class
i get the paper assignments
both of my wrists got a flash
can’t even tell what the time is
you sleeping on me like a nap
but i’m on my, make money type sh-t
my wrist is all vvs
copyin’ me, b-tch, you miming yeah
[chorus: crystal ash]
i run it up, i count up my bills
that b-tch a b-tch, we ain’t f-ckin’ with him
don’t give a f-ck, dont give a sh-t
lil’ b-tch, i’m rich, my wrist covered in gems
not talking guap, then you better zip
b-tch, i won’t stop til i make a mil
i run it up, i count up my bills
i’m going up, like i’m climbing a hill
[verse 3: zenny]
worry bout’ yours and i’ll worry bout’ mine
stop talking to me, ’cause youre wastin my time
hating so hard, yeah, i’m right in your mind
b-tch, i am up for the grind
get in your calls and just talk about me
boy your brain is as small as a pea
p-ssy n-gga you’re a clown, ’cause when we together you acting as fake as can be
f-ck around with the wrong n-gga, and your wig’s gonna get split
you is a b-tch
spin yo’ mo’f-ckin block
get it hot a lil’ bit
then make it drip
leave you leakin’ on the floor
reachin up for your door
can’t get a grip
whine and cry, you’re such a bore
not a friend anymore
boy, i thought you were getting a bag
do you wish that you have i had?
making me laugh, ’cause you acting so sad
while i know that my wallet is fat
pick and i flip it up every time
you need to stop keep on crossing the line
get that bread up ‘fore i leave you behind
you’re my son, do not try to deny
[chorus: crystal ash]
i run it up, i count up my bills
that b-tch a b-tch, we ain’t f-ckin’ with him
don’t give a f-ck, dont give a sh-t
lil’ b-tch, i’m rich, my wrist covered in gems
not talking guap, then you better zip
b-tch, i won’t stop ’til i make a mil
i run it up, i count up my bills
i’m going up—
[hook: crystal ash]
b-tch, i got the paper like class
i get the paper assignments
both of my wrists got a flash
can’t even tell what the time is
you sleeping on me like a nap
but i’m on my, make money type sh-t
my wrist is all vvs
copyin’ me, b-tch, you miming yeah
[outro: crystal ash]
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