TOLD ME (PROD. HUFF47) – Ty5K Lyrics
Huff47
I was four years old
My momma said: "Ty, you better make these bricks"
When you old you countin' bread
I ain't talk back to my misses
Shit, she got it through my head
If you ain't countin' bricks
You put that Tec up to my neck
I been countin' bricks since I was little
Always been a hustler
Ever since I was a jit
Niggas kept me in a muzzle
I stay active on the streets
You can't keep up with my bustle
Shit, I'm 16 with some bands
One ain't ever been a check
If you wanna lose some bread
Feel free
You can come again
Like, today I made a rack
And tomorrow gon' be ten
I think shawty saw my watch
Shit, she might need a new man
I can't spend up on no female
'Causе that go against my plan
I was four years old
My momma said: "Ty, you better makе these bricks"
When you old you countin' bread
I ain't talk back to my misses
Yea, I got it in my head
If I ain't countin' bricks
You put that Tec up to my neck
(Got me right)
I was four years old
My momma said: "Ty, you better make these bricks"
When you old you countin' bread
I ain't talk back to my misses
Yea, I got it in my head
If I ain't countin' bricks
You put that Tec up to my neck
Give me one
I'll make it five
Give me ten
I'll spend a twenty
I'm the best at what I do
But making bread be getiting messy
Yea, my wallet make me sag
Al-all them bills be getting hefty
I can piece you up with both
You would think I am a lefty
Just like Bron I give it back
For the guys I make good bread
If a nigga wanna test
I can fill 'em up with lead
In the moment they gon' switch
Swear they wanna make amends (Make amends)
If you see my silhouette
You should prolly say a prayer
Talking crazy to a nigga who could never run for mayor
Yea, my fit be staying hard
Just like trey, I be in layers
Yea, I'm cuban like my chain
So you know it got a glare
But you know I'm half Jamaican, too
Cheefin' weed's not what I do
Get wit' y'all
Don't test the crew
Bleedin' green
My bills are blue
I was four years old
My momma said: "Ty, you better make these bricks"
When you old you countin' bread
I ain't talk back to my misses
Yea, I got it in my head
If I ain't countin' bricks
You put that Tec up to my neck
(Put that Tec up to my neck)
(If I ain't countin' bricks)
(Put that Tec up to my neck)
