Gin$eng
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, huh
Runnin' up these bands, runnin' to the paper bro
I like crackin' cards, I like hittin' licks bro
Ten thousand dollars, yes I spent that on my ammo
Count so much money, never twenty shoutout Able
I might go and hit a juug, I might go and flip a pack
Imma spend this money quick, and I make it right back
And I make it right back man, yeah,
And I make it right back man
Walk into this building, I got all this drip on me
I just bought this bag, and these pants from overseas
Sippin on some Wokhardt in the limousine, aye
Smokin' on some sherbert, I don't feel the nicotine
Glock 17, choppa with the beam
I just hit a juug, hit another with, my team
I don't sip no alcohol only sip the lean
Backwoods honeyberry all up in my jeans
Balenciagas, I be steppin' on the asphalt
I done took your bitche's wallet, I'm an asshole, aye
I can't f*ck with a bitch, you not a bad hoe
Ten thousand dollars, and I spent that on my ammo
All these niggas pussies, they don't even got a backbone
Back then, I used to smoke in the bathroom
But now I'm smoking big blunts up in the back room
Had to pop another perc, cause I was in a bad mood
Runnin' to the bag, runnin' to the paper bro
I like crackin' cards, I like hittin' licks bro
Ten thousand dollars, and I spent it on some ammo
When I'm off the lean, I can't see you like you camo
Runnin' up these bands, runnin' to the paper bro
I like crackin' cards, I like hittin' licks bro
Ten thousand dollars, yes I spent that on my ammo
Count so much money, never twenty shoutout Able
Had to make this money, yeah I had to raise my kid
Had to drop these songs, cause I'm tryin' to make it big
When he grows up, it's gonna really make me smile
See him go to college, might not see him in a while
Sit down, look back on these days
I'll remember back in high school, back when I had waves
Settled down, got a kid, when I was in the A
I look forward to my future, cause my future bright as day
Yeah, yeah my future bright as day
Yeah, yeah
Runnin' up these bands, runnin' to the paper bro
I like crackin' cards, I like hittin' licks bro
Ten thousand dollars, yes I spent that on my ammo
Count so much money, never twenty shoutout Able
What's up man
Hey, yo', yo', yo'
Broke Days 2 finally 'bout to drop brah
Yeah
Yup
Yeah man, don't cry because it's over man, just smile because it happened
Kieran Bright & Backwood Boy - Don't Cry Because It's Over, Smile Because It Happened Lyrics
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Gin$eng
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, huh
Runnin' up these bands, runnin' to the paper bro
I like crackin' cards, I like hittin' licks bro
Ten thousand dollars, yes I spent that on my ammo
Count so much money, never twenty shoutout Able
I might go and hit a juug, I might go and flip a pack
Imma spend this money quick, and I make it right back
And I make it right back man, yeah,
And I make it right back man
Walk into this building, I got all this drip on me
I just bought this bag, and these pants from overseas
Sippin on some Wokhardt in the limousine, aye
Smokin' on some sherbert, I don't feel the nicotine
Glock 17, choppa with the beam
I just hit a juug, hit another with, my team
I don't sip no alcohol only sip the lean
Backwoods honeyberry all up in my jeans
Balenciagas, I be steppin' on the asphalt
I done took your bitche's wallet, I'm an asshole, aye
I can't f*ck with a bitch, you not a bad hoe
Ten thousand dollars, and I spent that on my ammo
All these niggas pussies, they don't even got a backbone
Back then, I used to smoke in the bathroom
But now I'm smoking big blunts up in the back room
Had to pop another perc, cause I was in a bad mood
Runnin' to the bag, runnin' to the paper bro
I like crackin' cards, I like hittin' licks bro
Ten thousand dollars, and I spent it on some ammo
When I'm off the lean, I can't see you like you camo
Runnin' up these bands, runnin' to the paper bro
I like crackin' cards, I like hittin' licks bro
Ten thousand dollars, yes I spent that on my ammo
Count so much money, never twenty shoutout Able
Had to make this money, yeah I had to raise my kid
Had to drop these songs, cause I'm tryin' to make it big
When he grows up, it's gonna really make me smile
See him go to college, might not see him in a while
Sit down, look back on these days
I'll remember back in high school, back when I had waves
Settled down, got a kid, when I was in the A
I look forward to my future, cause my future bright as day
Yeah, yeah my future bright as day
Yeah, yeah
Runnin' up these bands, runnin' to the paper bro
I like crackin' cards, I like hittin' licks bro
Ten thousand dollars, yes I spent that on my ammo
Count so much money, never twenty shoutout Able
What's up man
Hey, yo', yo', yo'
Broke Days 2 finally 'bout to drop brah
Yeah
Yup
Yeah man, don't cry because it's over man, just smile because it happened
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, huh
Runnin' up these bands, runnin' to the paper bro
I like crackin' cards, I like hittin' licks bro
Ten thousand dollars, yes I spent that on my ammo
Count so much money, never twenty shoutout Able
I might go and hit a juug, I might go and flip a pack
Imma spend this money quick, and I make it right back
And I make it right back man, yeah,
And I make it right back man
Walk into this building, I got all this drip on me
I just bought this bag, and these pants from overseas
Sippin on some Wokhardt in the limousine, aye
Smokin' on some sherbert, I don't feel the nicotine
Glock 17, choppa with the beam
I just hit a juug, hit another with, my team
I don't sip no alcohol only sip the lean
Backwoods honeyberry all up in my jeans
Balenciagas, I be steppin' on the asphalt
I done took your bitche's wallet, I'm an asshole, aye
I can't f*ck with a bitch, you not a bad hoe
Ten thousand dollars, and I spent that on my ammo
All these niggas pussies, they don't even got a backbone
Back then, I used to smoke in the bathroom
But now I'm smoking big blunts up in the back room
Had to pop another perc, cause I was in a bad mood
Runnin' to the bag, runnin' to the paper bro
I like crackin' cards, I like hittin' licks bro
Ten thousand dollars, and I spent it on some ammo
When I'm off the lean, I can't see you like you camo
Runnin' up these bands, runnin' to the paper bro
I like crackin' cards, I like hittin' licks bro
Ten thousand dollars, yes I spent that on my ammo
Count so much money, never twenty shoutout Able
Had to make this money, yeah I had to raise my kid
Had to drop these songs, cause I'm tryin' to make it big
When he grows up, it's gonna really make me smile
See him go to college, might not see him in a while
Sit down, look back on these days
I'll remember back in high school, back when I had waves
Settled down, got a kid, when I was in the A
I look forward to my future, cause my future bright as day
Yeah, yeah my future bright as day
Yeah, yeah
Runnin' up these bands, runnin' to the paper bro
I like crackin' cards, I like hittin' licks bro
Ten thousand dollars, yes I spent that on my ammo
Count so much money, never twenty shoutout Able
What's up man
Hey, yo', yo', yo'
Broke Days 2 finally 'bout to drop brah
Yeah
Yup
Yeah man, don't cry because it's over man, just smile because it happened
Writer: Jonathan Mar, Nelson Dowden
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid