J Cole Atm Lyrics


ATM by J. Cole

Life can bring much pain There are many ways to deal with this pain Choose wisely

Will I fall? Will I fly? Heal my soul Fulfill my high Cross my heart (Count, count, count, count, count it) And hope to die (Count, count, count, count, count it) With my slice (Count, count, count, count, count it) Of Devil's pie

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 (yeah)

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

Related 27 Best Ever Songs From Movie Soundtracks Nicki Minaj Drops New Songs 'Barbie Tingz And 'Chun-Li' Every Lyric From Cardi B's Debut Album 'Invasion of Privacy' I know that it's difficult I'm stackin' this paper, it's sorta habitual I blow the residual And fuckin' on a bitch like it's 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 gonna solve every problem I have I balled on them principles Remember the teachers were all on my ass Now look at them, pitiful And all of a sudden I'm so good at math

Photos 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 Uno, dos, tres

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 fuck if 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 fuck if 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 mamas 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

Will I fall? Will I fly? Heal my soul Fulfill my high Cross my heart And hope to die With my slice of Devil's pie

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