Verse 1
All you gotta do is just chill
Laying on me got her all up in her feels
Flow so sick they thought I was feeling ill
Diamonds cut deep like they came straight from the mill
Ex tried to replace me thought she could erase me
Best she ever had just one taste and she went crazy
I want her to know all that sh*t it doesn't phase me
I keep doing me driving fast cars like I'm Tracy
Pre Hook
All you gotta do is just chill
All these expectations for what what's the deal?
Counting on up till I hit a couple mill
Counting on up counting counting on up like
Hook
(Instrumental)
Verse 2
All I had was drive and a mic
Didn't think that I would blow up overnight
Stepped onto the scene they all swore that I was hype
Couple tracks later and they say that I'm their type
My car goes exotic diamonds on aquatic
Opps held on to grudges now they call me saying sorry
Shorty playing games, I ain't trippin' up about it
I keep counting up till I'm rich like I'm a Saudi
Pre Hook
All you gotta do is just chill
All these expectations for what what's the deal?
Counting on up till I hit a couple mill
Counting on up counting counting on up like
Hook
(Instrumental)
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