Lyrics
Oh my God, Ronny
'Til my fingers blue
I like countin' hunnids 'til my fingers blue
Lil Purpp
Yeah, huh, huh
I just fucked this bitch inside a Bentley coupe
(Bentley Coupe)
Uh, hopped up in the Wraith got stars up on the roof
Huh, I like selling mid because I smoke the boof
Huh, I be countin' hunnids 'til my fingers blue
'Til my fingers blue, 'til my fingers blue
Huh, I like countin' hunnids 'til my fingers blue
'Til my fingers blue, 'til my fingers blue
I like countin' hunnids 'til my fingers blue
Hop out the whip, I'm in the kitchen I whip
Chopper on me, shots to the head make him sit
Yeah I'm the shit, all of my songs is a hit I don't miss
Smokin' on gas in the V.I.P., poppin' champagne on a bitch
Heard you a snitch, **** be quiet cuz you can get bitched
(You could get bitched)
I keep a chopper it's loaded
Hop out the Rolls got my name on the curtain
Fuckin' yo thot yeah, I do that for certain
And I stay clean like detergent
Poppin' on xannies and poppin' on perkies
Run up on me you get cut like a turkey
I just fucked this bitch inside a Bentley coupe
(Bentley Coupe)
Uh, hopped up in the Wraith got stars up on the roof
Huh, I like selling mid because I smoke the boof
Huh, I be countin' hunnids 'til my fingers blue
'Til my fingers blue, 'til my fingers blue
Huh, I like countin' hunnids 'til my fingers blue
'Til my fingers blue, 'til my fingers blue
I like countin' hunnids 'til my fingers blue
'Til my fingers blue, 'til my fingers flew
I like countin' hunnids 'til my fingers blue
Yeah
Lamborghini roadster, this is not the coupe
(Skrrt-skrrt, skrrt-skrrt)
If I slide the top off then you better shoot
Yeah
Diamond teeth, diamonds white and pink
Shine, it's lit
Yeah, back in sync, just in time to drink
Still strawberry smooth, still roll off the goop
Hit her off the view, top floor aerial
Yeah, all she do is dance and take xans, she too basic
If she ever plan on fall asleep my hands replace them
Whole damn crew, off the zoot
Pour the juice, hit the jack and count the deads
I just fucked this bitch inside a Bentley coupe
Uh, hopped up in the Wraith got stars up on the roof
Huh, I like selling mid because I smoke the boof
Huh, I like countin' hunnids 'til my fingers blue
'Til my fingers blue, 'til my fingers blue
Huh, I like countin' hunnids 'til my fingers blue
'Til my fingers blue, 'til my fingers blue
I like countin' hunnids 'til my fingers blue
Written by: Adam Feeney, Jacques Bermon Webster II, Omar Pineiro, Pierre Arnotti, Ronald Spence Jr.