Pound Signs (remix) (feat. J Ramms)

They say the pound signs turnin' me crazy
Just look what's it doin' to me
I'll put two hundred racks on his cranium
And make his own friend wanna put him to sleep

Funny how I used to pray for a chain
Until there's bruises on my knees
A hundred thou', man blew it this week
Seen friends turn foes, then roses grew out my sleeve

I've seen the fiend nearly overdose
And I can still hear that voice in my dreams
Packs got flew out the t, no one was rootin' for me
They should make a movie on me, [?] Louis on me
Look what this money is doing to me

24 hours on the strip
24 hours on the grind
In the bando, flip thе switch, shut the door, close the blinds
Instrumеntal, buss the rhyme
Bro went mental and bussed the 9

Trust me I'm pissed 'cause he lost the line
And man need crooks, so don't cross the line
I don't know about furlough for the pound signs
I was out there working
Got round there we were swerving
Still outside, still pushing that german
Still gripping and swerving, still got push, hit 'em for certain

I put my hands on loads of things, you best know
I'm not talking about flirting
Engine purring, black light sharing, skidding and skeering
Can't stop gotta keep them walls turning
Turning, turning, chasing sterling

Out there tryna lick shots like erling
These shots here you ain't firming
Me and bro we started the ting
Two warriors like cleo and wurman

They say the pound signs turnin' me crazy
Just look what's it doin' to me
I'll put two hundred racks on his cranium
And make his own friend wanna put him to sleep

Funny how I used to pray for a chain
Until there's bruises on my knees
A hundred thou', man blew it this week
Seen friends turn foes, then roses grew out my sleeve

I've seen the fiend nearly overdose
And I can still hear that voice in my dreams
Packs got flew out the t, no one was rootin' for me
They should make a movie on me, [?] Louis on me
Look what this money is doing to me

Look what this money is doing to me
She wanted goals like bey' and jay-z
Then she got left emotionally scarred, lil baby
I make this money, this money don't make me
Gotta chase money 'cah pussy don't pay me

Got a new nigga, but she'll be back
Shorty said I'm unforgettable like swae lee
The pound sign amaze me
Look what it's doin' to me
I just go flood the whole block with trainers

One was velcro, the rest had laces
Somebody on job could have got a facelift (one)
'Cause the stupidity
And my label love the lucrative me
So next time I want ten milli, that's a platinum pay cheque
New opp block, the neighbours don't know my name yet (turn, turn)

But they know there's trade
Don't know how shh-shh didn't turn flavors
It really could have went the gelato way
Need one hundred mil' before I touch my grave
I pray, I pray (money)
Until then, I'm on work, bro, night shift, day shift, night shift, day

They say the pound signs turnin' me crazy
Just look what's it doin' to me
I'll put two hundred racks on his cranium
And make his own friend wanna put him to sleep

Funny how I used to pray for a chain
Until there's bruises on my knees
A hundred thou', man blew it this week
Seen friends turn foes, then roses grew out my sleeve

I've seen the fiend nearly overdose
And I can still hear that voice in my dreams
Packs got flew out the t, no one was rootin' for me
They should make a movie on me, [?] Louis on me
Look what this money is doing to me