J. Cole - ATM (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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J. Cole - ATM (en) Lyrics
Will I fall?
Will I fly?
Heal my soul,
fulfill my high
Cross my heart
and hope to die
With my slice of Devil's pie
Count it up, Count it up,
Count it up, Count it
I know that it's difficult
I'm stacking this paper
it's sort of habitual
I blow the residual
And fuck on your bitch like
its part of my ritual
Pardon the visual
But money it give me a
hard-on it's typical
I want it in physical
A million dollars I count
up in intervals
Without it I'm miserable
Don't wanna fall off so
I'm all in my bag
Thanking God
like it's bibilical
I know it's gon' solve
every problem I have
I ball on the principal
Remember the teachers
was all on my ass
Now look all of them pitiful
And all of a sudden I'm
so good at math
Can't take it when you die
But you can't
live without it
Uno Dos Tres!
Big Bills, Big Bills
I fell in love with big wheels
and quick thrills
My niggas running tip drills,
can't sit still
don't give a fuck it it
kills, it mix well
I'm only counting
Big Bills Big Bills
My niggas running tip drills,
Can't sit still
I'm only counting
Will I fall? Will I fly?
Uno, Dos, Tres, Quatro!
Proceed with caution
I heard if you chase it,
it only results in
A hole in your heart,
fuck it I take the whole cake
and I wont leave a portion
It's only a organ
Thank God Momma couldn't
afford the abortion
The loneliest orphan
I flip my misfortune and
grow me a fortune
My Rollie is scorching
Them niggas that hated
is slowly endorsing
Now Coley important
My niggas beside me like
Tommy and Martin
We ball on your court and
Then skate with your bitch
like we Tonya Harding
She don't need
her garments
She horny from all this
money we counting
Uno, Dos, Tres
With my slice
of Devil's pie
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