I love you
Turn my headphones down a little bit, yeah
For so many reasons
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, ah, ah
Whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah
How much money you got? (Straight up)
How much money you got? (Straight up)
How much money you got? (Straight up)
How much money you got? (A lot)
How much money you got? (A lot)
How many problems you got? (A lot)
How many people that doubted you? (A lot)
Left you out to rot (A lot)
How many pray that you flop? (A lot)
How many lawyers you got? (A lot)
How many times you got shot? (A lot)
How many **** you shot? (A lot)
How many times did you ride? (A lot)
How many **** done died? (A lot)
How many times did you cheat? (A lot)
How many times did you lie? (A lot)
How many times did she leave? (A lot)
How many times did she cry? (A lot)
How many chances she done gave you fuckin' 'round with these thots? (A lot)
Everyday that I'm alive, I'ma ride with the stick
I'd rather be broke in jail than be dead and rich
Told my brothers take my breath if I turn to a snitch
But I'm 21 4L, ain't no way I'ma switch
Penitentiary chances just to make a couple bucks
My heart so cold, I could put it in my cup
Gang versus the world, me and my dog, it was us
Then you went and wrote a statement and that really fucked me up
My brother lost his life and it turned me to a beast
My brother got life and it turned me to the streets
I've been through the storm and it turned me to a G
But the other side was sunny, I get paid to rap on beats
How much money you got? (A lot)
How many problems you got? (A lot)
How many people that doubted you? (A lot)
Left you out to rot (A lot)
How many pray that you flop? (A lot)
How many lawyers you got? (A lot)
How many times you got shot? (A lot)
How many **** you shot? (A lot)
How many times did you ride? (A lot)
How many **** done died? (A lot)
How many times did you cheat? (A lot)
How many times did you lie? (A lot)
How many times did she leave? (A lot)
How many times did she cry? (A lot)
How many chances she done gave you fuckin' 'round with these thots? (A lot)
Yeah
I just came from the A, I drove back home
Six hour drive, six and a half
Before I left, I stopped by to see my **** 21 in the studio
He had two of his kids with him right in the studio
That's when I knew
You a stand up ****, I love seein' shit like that
Question
How many fakin' they streams? (A lot)
Gettin' they plays from machines (A lot)
I can see behind the smoke and mirrors
**** ain't really big as they seem
I never say anything
Everybody got they thing (True)
Some **** make millions
Other **** make memes
I'm on a money routine
I don't want smoke, I want cream
I don't want no more comparisons
This is a marathon
And I'm aware I've been playin' it back from a lack of promotions
I never was one for the braggin' and boastin'
I guess I was hopin' the music would speak for itself
But the people want everything else
Okay, no problem, I'll show up on everyone album
You know what the outcome will be
I'm battin' a thousand
It's got to the point that these rappers don't even like rappin' with me
Fuck it, 'cause my **** 21 Savage just hit me and told me
He saved me a spot
On a new record he got, he called it "a lot"
I open my book and I jot
Pray for Tekashi, they want him to rot
I picture him inside the cell in a cot
Reflectin' on how he made it to the top
Wonderin' if it was worth it or not
I pray for Markelle 'cause they fucked up his shot
Just want you to know that you got it, my ****
Though I never met you, I know that you special
And that the Lord bless you, don't doubt it, my ****
Dennis Smith Jr., stay solid, my ****
I'm on a tangent, not how I planned it
I had some friends that hopped and abandoned ship
When they thought that I wasn't gon' pan out
I got a plan
They say that success is the greatest revenge
Tell all your friends, Cole on a mission
Cementing the spot as the greatest that did it
Before it all ends, ****
How much money you got? (A lot)
How many problems you got? (A lot)
How many people that doubted you? (A lot)
Left you out to rot (A lot)
How many pray that you flop? (A lot)
How many lawyers you got? (A lot)
How many times you got shot? (A lot)
How many **** you shot? (A lot)
How many times did you ride? (A lot)
How many **** done died? (A lot)
How many times did you cheat? (A lot)
How many times did you lie? (A lot)
How many times did she leave? (A lot)
How many times did she cry? (A lot)
How many chances she done gave you fuckin' 'round with these thots? (A lot)

Writer(s): 21 Savage, J. Cole, Dacoury Natche, Anthony White & Shelia Young.