Triple S by Liebs Lyrics

That's on god
Triple S, hit the ground (That’s on mom, that's on mom)
Triple digits of the pounds (Yeah)
Triple digits of the rounds
Six fucking figure, for the car I drive around
Triple S, hit the ground
Triple digits of the pounds (Wow)
Triple digits of the rounds
Six fucking figure, for the car I drive around (Yeah)

Felt the struggle and the pain (Woah)
You felt sunny, I felt rain (Ahh)
Crazy thoughts up in my brain (Aye)
Now I'm out, and I’m okay (Aye, aye, aye; Woah, woah)
I just wanted different life (Woah)
One where I was feeling, right (Yeah)
One where I was all in, charge (No)
One where I could feel like, God (No)

Triple S, hit the ground (Hit the ground)
Triple digits of the pounds (Digit of the pounds)
Triple digits of the rounds
Six fucking figure, for the car I drive around (Yeah)
Triple S hit the ground (Yeah)
Triple digits of the pounds (Woah)
Triple digits of the rounds
Six fucking figures, for the car I drive around (Yeah)
I wake up, and I hit a jugg
Then I uber to my plug (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And I'm never off no front
I got it out the mud, I don't need no help (Yeah)
I woke up, and I hit a jugg (God)
Then I uber to my plug (To the plug, to the plug)
And I'm never off no front (Front)
I got it out the mud, I don't need no help (Yeah; No, no)
Help (Bow)
I don't need no help (Don't need no help)
Oh no, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Yeah
Bow, bow, bow
Fuck
Yeah