ATM Letra

Artista: J. Cole

Letra de canción de música

ATM letra de J. Cole

Life can cause you much pain

There are...

Life can cause you

Life can...

There are...

There are many ways to deal with this pain

Choose wisely

Will I fall? Will I fly?

Heal my storm

Fulfill my high

Cross my heart (Count, count count, count it)

And hope to die (Count, count count, count it)

With my shine (Count, count, count, count it)

I'll give full stride

Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it

Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it

Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it

Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it

Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it

Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it

I know that it's difficult

I'm stackin' the paper it's sorta habitual

I blow the residual

And fuckin' yo 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

Thankin' God like it's biblical

I know it's gon' solve every problem I have

I balled on them principles

Remember the teachers was all on my ass

Now the thought of them pitiful

And all of a sudden I'm so good at math

Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it

Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it

Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it

Can't take it when you die, but you can't live without it

Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it

Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it

Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it

Can't take it when you die, but you can't live without it

Big bills, big pills

I fell in love with big wheels and quick thrills

My niggas running tip drills, can't sit still

Don't give a fu*kit it kills, it mix well

I'm only counting

Big bills, big pills

I fell in love with big wheels and quick thrills

My niggas running tip drills, can't sit still

Don't give a fu*kit it kills, it mix well

I'm only counting...

Uno, dos, tres, quatro

Proceed with caution

I heard if you chase it only results in

A hole in your heart

Fuck it, I take the whole cake and I won't leave a portion

It's only an organ

Thank God mama couldn't afford the abortion

The loneliest orphan

I flipped mama's fortune and grown me a fortune

My Rollie is scorchin'

Them niggas that hated is slowly endorsin'

Now Cole, he important

My niggas beside me like Tommy and Martin

We ball in your court and

Escape with your bitch like we turning your heart in

She don't need no garments

She horny from all the money we countin'

Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it

Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it

Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it

Can't take it when you die, but you can't live without it

Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it

Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it

Count it up, count it up, count it up, count it

Can't take it when you die, but you can't live without it

Uno dos tres

Will I fall? Will I fly?

Heal my storm

Fulfill my high

Cross my heart

And hope to die

With my slice of Devil’s pie

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