Nun id change (nightcore)

Red Bottles up, know you gettin’ slain
Red Bottles up, hundred mill' cash, nothin' I’d change
Now I got the fame
Whole lot of range, diamonds on my, diamonds on my face
Nothin' I can say, I, I don't fuck with all the lames
Take time off, bitch (Ah)
Gettin' hit by a train, motherfuckin' flame
Got a Glock on my side everyday, pussy get sprayed, uh
Every time I motherfuckin' play, everybody shove it in they face, uh
Each night, every day, turnin' 'bout it
Burn a mil’ everyday, got thе cash comin’ in, bitch, ah
Pushin' two-hundred, unwindin’, I'ma call a bitch up, yeah
X all night, yeah, 'bout to boot up
By thе foot up, 'bout to take the Perc’, baby, by the foot, uh
I just here been stayin' to myself, I don't fuck with nobody, at all
Lot of these motherfuckers on the shelf, they cryin' out for help
I don't think that I could feel
I just wish that I could feel (Ugh)