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