Tinted

LETRA

Tinted

Prime Forever
I ain't even finna tell y'all how to get away with murder and shit

Whip's so tinted can't see who's in it
Drive so fast, bitch, what speed limit?
Hard on these bitches I don't got no feelings
(Ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok)
My whip so tinted

Woah, she can get it for sure, oh (for sure, for sure)
Oh, you think it's a joke, no (no money, no funny)
Woah, it's takin' your show (show money, show money)
No, won't let it get close, no, no

Your digital money done ran up
That's cryptocurrency, on a Murda beat
I know that these niggas can't stand us
We drippin' overseas, you can learn from me
It's drastic, plastic money in elastic
Spooky, Margiela's on my two feet
Saks Fifth, run it up for practice
Cause I can't bring this money to the casket
And I won't bring your bitch outside the bedroom
Just copped a new whip with some more legroom
Meant to call you back but I'm forgetful
When I'm in the States you know my bread blue

Whip's so tinted can't see who's in it
Drive so fast, bitch, what speed limit?
Hard on these bitches I don't got no feelings
(Ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok)
My whip so tinted

Woah, she can get it for sure, oh (for sure, for sure)
Oh, you think it's a joke, no (no money, no funny)
Woah, it's takin' your show (show money, show money)
No, won't let it get close, no, no

It's Donnie, it's Donnie
You don't gotta ask who's in it (who?)
I need money like I print it (print it)
Put me anywhere I fit in (fit in)
Been Prime since the beginning
Same thing 'till the afterlife (afterlife)
Kill shit like a mask and knife (woo woo)
Woah, skrt thought the city like NASCAR (skrt skrt)
Hitting curbs on the half bar
Dodge cops like I'm at large
Yeah, trying their hardest to find me (where?)
Trying their hardest to line me (how?)
Prime Boys like the Eisleys (what?)
All of this money's contagious (it stick to me)
We doing shit for the ages (its history)
I left her lost in the mazes
I left her lost in the matrix

Whip's so tinted can't see who's in it
Drive so fast, bitch, what speed limit?
Hard on these bitches I don't got no feelings
(Ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok)
My whip so tinted

Woah, she can get it for sure, oh (for sure, for sure)
Oh, you think it's a joke, no (no money, no funny)
Woah, it's takin' your show (show money, show money)
No, won't let it get close, no, no

Move to the 'burbs I see horses out my window
Like the time my wrist glow
New shit I got ripped clothes
Still keep it on my hipbone
Gotta keep an extra clip
Gotta keep an extra bitch (woah)
You don't know nothing bout moving milli (woah)
Adding addys up I'm at like 50 (woah)
She keep saying wait till karma hits me (I think she's crazy)
She don't understand me, but these dollars get me
Man I lost so many people, I stopped keeping count
Luckily I have these pills they help me even out
Whiss is getting money guess the secret's out
And I got a couple shooters that I keep around

Whip's so tinted can't see who's in it
Drive so fast, bitch, what speed limit?
Hard on these bitches I don't got no feelings
(Ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok)
My whip so tinted

Woah, she can get it for sure, oh (for sure, for sure)
Oh, you think it's a joke, no (no money, no funny)
Woah, it's takin' your show (show money, show money)
No, won't let it get close, no, no