Get ready to dive into the world of ScHoolboy Q, where hustle and success take center stage. In this track, Q reflects on his journey from financial struggles to making it big. The repeated phrase "counting dead men" symbolizes counting money, while "puttin' bodies in a safe" suggests securing his earnings. The number 5200 refers to the amount of money he's casually throwing away with a single swipe—highlighting his newfound wealth. With vivid imagery of luxury cars, expensive jewelry, and high-end fashion, the song celebrates his rise in status and affluence. Yet, beneath the flashy surface lies a message about resilience and overcoming obstacles to achieve greatness.
5200
Lyrics
(One) I done lost money made it back
Everybody get the (Two) fuck out the way right now
I just got a burner, where they at?
(Three) Car doin' doughnuts in a flash
(If you in this motherfucker, make noise right now)
(Four) Straight like this, I need my money in a bag
Oh, yeah, I been counting dead men, puttin' bodies in a safe (Safe)
52 hunnid, one swipe, throw it away (Safe)
Aye, whip, whip, whip, 'til it stain on ya (Stain on ya)
Aye, whip, whip, whip, 'til it stain on ya (Stain on ya)
I been counting dead men, puttin' bodies in a safe (Safe)
52 hunnid, one swipe, throw it away (Safe)
Aye, whip, whip, whip, 'til it stain on ya (Stain on ya)
Aye, whip, whip, whip, 'til it stain on ya (Stain on ya)
Aye, got it on me
If I ain't got nothin' that matter on me
Dare one try, who frontin' on me
Ain't no smut, no chatter on me
Money on me, hunnid on me
Both got rocks, look better on me
Spaceship parked, no landin' on me
Wrecked my Lamb, don't need it on E
Four words I know, yeah
Fuck all you hoes, ayy
I do the most, ayy
Put that in quotes, ayy
Diamond on me, jumpin' on me
You lil' boys can't match milli' on me
10K fit, put Groovy on fleek
D-boy fresh, since school in '03
Speed racer, top down on e-way
Throw it back like replay
Most of y'all won't be safe
I came from hard knocks
I stack, bring more knots
Gang tats and stove tops
Act like you know us, you bum biatch
Oh, yeah, I been counting dead men, puttin' bodies in a safe (Safe)
52 hunnid, one swipe, throw it away (Safe)
Aye, whip, whip, whip, 'til it stain on ya (Stain on ya)
Aye, whip, whip, whip, 'til it stain on ya (Stain on ya)
I been counting dead men, puttin' bodies in a safe (Safe)
52 hunnid, one swipe, throw it away (Safe)
Aye, whip, whip, whip, 'til it stain on ya (Stain on ya)
Aye, whip, whip, whip, 'til it stain on ya (Stain on ya)
First mill' showed up, ayy
'Rari gon' go nuts, ayy
Jewelry hang, all out, ayy
Bitches gon' call now, ayy
Dollars ain't C-Notes, ayy
Houses on each coast, ayy
Glock goes emo, ayy
Porsche sound Debo, ayy
Four words, I know, yeah
Fuck all you hoes, ayy
Chain whip, dip splash, uh
Slim bitch, all ass, ayy
Groove fresh, pots I serve
This might wrist ice burn
Real life rich, get curved
Bitch look fine, still broke
Bitch, my wrist came woke
Big bling, wrist got sore
I must live my worth
Chain drip down my shirt
My block been Iraq
Three mill', pay my tax
Your shit seized, all bad
Feel my back, all cash
Oh, yeah, I been counting dead men, puttin' bodies in a safe (Safe)
52 hunnid, one swipe, throw it away (Safe)
Aye, whip, whip, whip, 'til it stain on ya (Stain on ya)
Aye, whip, whip, whip, 'til it stain on ya (Stain on ya)
I been counting dead men, puttin' bodies in a safe (Safe)
52 hunnid, one swipe, throw it away (Safe)
Aye, whip, whip, whip, 'til it stain on ya (Stain on ya)
Aye, whip, whip, whip, 'til it stain on ya (Stain on ya)
Writer(s): Kendrick Lamar Duckworth, Mark Anthony Spears, Quincey Hanley, Ramon Ibanga Jr.
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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