Big Grip - Enough Lyrics

Eight hundred and eight mafia

I'm getting real paper I ain't count it up

One hundred and eighty-seven sco merta

I'm getting real paper I ain't count it up
You ain't using machine you aint counting enough
My blick tuck aint no pushing up
I rock big balencis they came with scuff
Amiri hoody with the light tint buffs
Shoot out at thirteen I came up ruff
It's cutthroat season can't show no love
Got watch how niggas move it could be a set up
I'm really getting paper I aint count it up
You aint ran out of space you aint counted enough
Vvs diamonds these not amateurs
My diamonds hitting flash like cameras
I put my girl Balenciaga sandles
Im in Sacks and I shop with the hammer
Lv and Amiri I dress like a scammer
I'm a young rich nigga I get money around the calendar

I'm a young rich nigga I get money around the calendar
Just dropped off a dime at Jjs on Candler
Lifestyle a movie they need to get it on camera
Got a shoulder bag full of racks I cram it
Had to block a groupie on instagram she spamming
Spend racks on fashion I don't do no consignment
Yea them boys got jewelry but we got different diamonds
Ima shoot to LA just to switch up the climate
Try to lay low but I can't stop shining
Try to put my niggas on try to give em good guidance
I don't condone in no stealing but I do condone in violence
Ima f*ck a nigga over if he thank about trying it
I'm the real one they disguises I spoil my hoe she act childish
One hundredk just for exotic 8500 for a body yeaa

I'm getting real paper I aint count it up
You ain't using machine you aint counting enough
My blick tuck aint no pushing up
I rock big balencis they came with scuff
Amiri hoody with the light tint buffs
Shoot out at thirteen I came up ruff
It's cutthroat season can't show no love
Got watch how niggas move it could be a set up
I'm really getting paper I aint count it up
You aint ran out of space you aint counted enough
Vvs diamonds these not amateurs
My diamonds hitting flash like cameras
I put my girl Balenciaga sandles
I'm in Sacks and I shop with the hammer
Lv and Amiri I dress like a scammer
I'm a young rich nigga I get money around the calendar

Shootout at thirteen I came up ruff
I took the risk didn't have nothing to do with luck
They f*ck with gang they know we going up
Niggas big lame they know they ain't us
Niggas switching lanes rest in peace Mack Truck
Labels making offers but it aint enough
My outfit together two k an up
Vvs diamond chains and rangs add it up
Yea she fine with frame but I don't lay up
If the late night play right ill stay up
I got glocks and rugers and I'm k'd up
Eight thousand five hundredmy nigga a spray something
Nigga feel some type of way but want say nothing
I'm in Louie V with the stick in a sprayground
Nigga whole car a flip it get hit with the K round
How a nigga came up all I had to do was stay down

Im getting real paper I aint count it up
You ain't using machine you aint counting enough
My blick tuck aint no pushing up
I rock big balencis they came with scuff
Amiri hoody with the light tint buffs
Shoot out at thirteen I came up ruff
It's cutthroat season can't show no love
Got watch how niggas move it could be a set up
I'm really getting paper I aint count it up
You aint ran out of space you aint counted enough
Vvs diamonds these not amateurs
My diamonds hitting flash like cameras