Jalen Brunson Lyrics – Tory Lanez

Read the full Jalen Brunson lyrics by Tory Lanez from the album Made You Think I Was Gone …But along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. In case you enjoyed this track, also check out other popular releases by Tory Lanez like Who ? and Crodie From The 9 // Guy In My City.

[Chorus]
It’s so much money, I can’t even count it, gotta scale it away, uh
I’m throwing touchdowns passes in the club for you b!tches that played us, uh
Look at y’all pu*sy n!ggas, snatching bunch of b!tches that we already dated, huh
Trap doing real, real numbers, man, this s*it feel like we already made it, yeah
We already made it, yeah
This s*it feel like we already made it
This s*it feel like we already made it, yeah
Trap doing real, real numbers, man, this s*it feel like we already made it, yeah

[Verse 1]
Pop out the Bay, wе doing touchdowns, yeah

I was just doing bad
B!tch, I’m back and I’m up now, yeah
All they say is I’m moving too spicy
I had pu*sy n!ggas try indict mе
But I’m back smiling, grill icy
From the second they took me up out of that cell
And put me on that bail, I said, lil’ b!tch I’m back on my bulls*it
Facing said twenty-two years, I said, n!gga, no fair, I’ma keep it cool ’cause I ain’t do s*it
I be killing for a coming of the year
I’ll put billboards of me everywhere
In a Porsche out with a bad b!tch, cars and the glass walls everywhere
I’m on some big, big timing, them Cartier, big, big diamonds
She said my d!ck ain’t big, she must got a big, big pu*sy (Woo)
Yeah, all of my diamonds are blizzard and pink
Fu*k your hoe and wash my d!ck in the sink
B!tch, get your mind right
You fu*king a broke n!gga, he can’t pay that pu*sy in a (??)

[1:17]
Fu*king anybody, ain’t paying your rent
B!tch, get your mind right
Yeah, ’cause we back in here balling again and again
I’m at the mall and I’m spending to spend
Bad b!tches, models are ten after ten after ten after ten, yeah

[Chorus]

It’s so much money, I can’t even count it, gotta scale it away, uh
I’m throwing touchdowns passes in the club for you b!tches that played us, uh
Look at y’all pu*sy n!ggas, snatching bunch of b!tches that we already dated, huh
Trap doing real, real numbers, man, this s*it feel like we already made it, yeah
We already made it, yeah
This s*it feel like we already made it
This s*it feel like we already made it, yeah
Trap doing real, real numbers, man, this s*it feel like we already made it, yeah

[Verse 2]
Get a ting and a ting and another ting
Bet’ not never call me by my government
Fu*k the ho in the makeup she covered in
She gon’ buy a plane ticket to fu*k with me
I’m gon’ lie and say that I’m in love with her
S*it, I did for three weeks, now I’m dubbing her
She found out ’bout my b!tch and she subbin her
My left hand on her cheek when I’m rubbing her
I tuxedo the sleeve when I’m fu*king her
What that mean? I can’t link when they cuffing her
So much money, I’m cuffing the calendar
So much money, I stuff it in tupperware
They don’t know ’bout this hustle I’m running up
They don’t know ’bout the struggle I’m coming from

[Outro]
Trap doing real real numbers, man, this s*it feel like we already made it, yeah
We already made it, yeah
This s*it feel like we already made it
This s*it feel like we already made it, yeah
Trap doing real real numbers, man, this s*it feel like we already made it, yeah