Apex Lyrics – Lil Tjay

[Intro]
Uh, all of this money, uh-uh

[Chorus]
All of this money, b!tch, I’m tryna double it
Milli’s up, tryna hit me another lick
Diamonds bussing like we in the club with it
Dirty my pipe, had to get me another stick
Carat my neck and my wrist on some other s*it
Hundred K and I’m dripping, I love the rick
You do right, I do right, I’ma love the trick
Just ’cause I bought her some, don’t mean I love the b!tch

[Verse]
I took some time off to chill, seven figures, sixteen got a deal
You don’t like me, boy, fu*k how you feel
Thirty-four in the chamber, I feel like O’Neal
I might pop me a Perc, I don’t pop me no Xanny
Stay on point ’cause I know they want jam me
Superstar, but they know where that tan be
Never no letting up, put that on granny
I ain’t gon’ do it, I knew he was family
Booby Trap, we gon’ fu*k up Miami
Diamonds bussing, 500 my neck, b!tches like what they had, that s*it looking like candy
Ever since back I was young I knew I would go dumb and had n!ggas, so I dealt what I can be
Rap had to work, b!tch, it wasn’t no plan B
I could do Boba, today I go Shandy
King of my city, no Dummy, he different
I do not fu*k with rappers, they be tripping
I do not care for them to understand me
I had your b!tch laying, she was licking
That b!tch fire 9 to 10, I’m ripping
She screaming slide me daddy while I’m clipping
‘Fore she gon curve me for she know I’m dripping
I nutted on her face and told her keep on sipping
Shoot like Scottie Pippen
Fu*k her then I’m dipping

Fu*k them n!ggas, better not ever catch him slipping
Fu*k ’em n!ggas if you fu*king with the opps
I won’t be your homie you can see this Glock
Violence need to stop, I be tryna chill
That’s why I got all these carats on me still
Really after mills, still gotta be ill, finally out my deal
No this ain’t a drilll
Made it out the field, why he bugging still? (Bah)
Money make her wet, but she let me kill
Came up from nothing, retarded how my diamonds bussing, 2 millie the setup is real
Throw that s*it back, I just want see you clap and keep clapping, them singles gon stop if you chill

[Chorus]
All of this money, b!tch, I’m tryna double it
Milli’s up, tryna hit me another lick
Diamonds bussing like we in the club with it
Dirty my pipe, had to get me another stick
Carat my neck and my wrist on some other s*it
Hundred K and I’m dripping, I love the rick
You do right, I do right, I’ma love the trick
Just ’cause I bought her some, don’t mean I love the b!tch