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Ashes Video (MV)




Performed By: Jae Fiend
Length: 1:50
Written by: Thomas Lee




Jae Fiend - Ashes Lyrics




I don't know nun in this life except money and plottin' on how to go get me some guap
I used to shop at the Ross, but now I got designer shit that I do not even want
I done took too many L's to go ever let anyone try and just give me a loss
My mama said chill but these racks keep on waitin', I had to go turn yo' lil boy to a boss
2 am, still sippin' on drop
Gettin' racks every minute of the clock
30 milligrams, bitch gettin' popped
Swear to God, this shit don't stop
Off of these drugs, I be prayin' to God
From foreign lean to foreign cars
All of these packs, I be faded a lot

Been gettin' money from the start
Fast life, baby, on this fast life

Got my racks right, baby got my racks right
Dripped down, rockin' that all black
Sippin' cough syrup, I ain't coughin'
5 pounds, and it's all gas
You ain't talkin' guap, why you talkin'?
Got blue chicken on me
Bitch this real drop, ain't sippin' 40s
Why this bitch trippin' on me
Ay, if you love me, better show me
I got love in my system
Lotta drugs in my system
Got these racks in my denim
Like Ma, don't ask how I get 'em
Count it up
Thousand blunts, thousand cups
Bad bitch, and she down to f*ck
Sip it straight 'cuz I'm out of cups
Blowin' gas, shit loud as f*ck
I just be countin' this cash every day, I'm addicted to cashin' a check
I got a lot of these racks on me, but I do not have to flex
This hoe tryn' lie out her mouth, this bitch be actin' again
I'm so geeked up from last night, wakin' up to ash in my bed
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I don't know nun in this life except money and plottin' on how to go get me some guap
I used to shop at the Ross, but now I got designer shit that I do not even want
I done took too many L's to go ever let anyone try and just give me a loss
My mama said chill but these racks keep on waitin', I had to go turn yo' lil boy to a boss
2 am, still sippin' on drop
Gettin' racks every minute of the clock
30 milligrams, bitch gettin' popped
Swear to God, this shit don't stop
Off of these drugs, I be prayin' to God
From foreign lean to foreign cars
All of these packs, I be faded a lot

Been gettin' money from the start
Fast life, baby, on this fast life

Got my racks right, baby got my racks right
Dripped down, rockin' that all black
Sippin' cough syrup, I ain't coughin'
5 pounds, and it's all gas
You ain't talkin' guap, why you talkin'?
Got blue chicken on me
Bitch this real drop, ain't sippin' 40s
Why this bitch trippin' on me
Ay, if you love me, better show me
I got love in my system
Lotta drugs in my system
Got these racks in my denim
Like Ma, don't ask how I get 'em
Count it up
Thousand blunts, thousand cups
Bad bitch, and she down to f*ck
Sip it straight 'cuz I'm out of cups
Blowin' gas, shit loud as f*ck
I just be countin' this cash every day, I'm addicted to cashin' a check
I got a lot of these racks on me, but I do not have to flex
This hoe tryn' lie out her mouth, this bitch be actin' again
I'm so geeked up from last night, wakin' up to ash in my bed
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Writer: Thomas Lee
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