This is a song about "Amount"

And i can't denyi had some bitches in new yorksome puerto rican bitches

Frown and a gun lit is all she could amount to confront with

I'mma about to mess up all of itjust dont say another word

Can't forget the amount of words, flipping heck it's just absurd

Or know what its about

Tryin have a big amount

All you want is a good amount of dough, and to shoot a bitch/

They frontin', they charles s. dutton movin' garbage

Lips, hips, hair drops down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

But no amount could amount to a rap that could damage me

I hope to live in a big house with a huge amount of space/

Love the game though this is coming from a different place

But the fucking bank account, any any any amount

Girl you’re gonna want another round, another round

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

Lyrics slur from my mouth, fuckas watch closely as it occurs with a limited amount