Lyrics:
little pocket money
Car body sylvester color
I'm somewhat of a son from a different cuttin
Juice n buttons pussycat tygas comin
Like shakes off new hummers
I came in thirty deep like that
And if you callin' and you see your bitch leave
Lil nigga it's on, like that
Rippin' it, rippin' it, rippin' it,
The cribs
The money
The cars
The clothes
In the hood rocking ice
Getting dough is all I know
The cribs
The money
The cars
The clothes
The Sixes
Go by the name of Weezy F and
I'm walkin' out the Bally store with ten bags
Fly as a motherfucker girlie on my staple
Cause her friend say I'm
ungrateful
Cause the money that he used to spend on her
He had to spend it on baby clothes
He should of saw the game comin'
But bein' in love is like bein'
chyah
Ay
Zaytoven
I got fast cars, bad bitches and designer clothes (chyah, chyah)
Couple thousand on my wrist and my neck is on froze (Lil Pump)
games in it
Thirty thousand dollar Rolex with Wayne in it
Got a Benz and a truck, 20 on my feets
Plus a house by the beach that I barely see
Man, this
want it (yeah)
I be so high 'til the morning (what)
I be on drugs and I'm a stoner (yeah)
All these boys copy me (Lil Uzi)
Walk around in my clothes
Amistad
Know I come from Hollygrove, turnin' o's to octagons
I get money while I'm sleep, I dream that I'm in Heaven
I dreamed I saw Lil Beepsy, and smoked
honey on your face, hundred stacks on the car
If I spend a rack today, get that rack back tomorr
I'm a cash ruler, rulers zig-zag along
Get my money
sleeves
Don't say much but all the bitches want me
Fantical shots at a nigga so I don't got a bulletproof car (bulletproof car)
Pull up in all of them
but that's yo bitch
Folks don't care, broke shit rare
Since we in the cars she suck did there
Came all in her face, her clothes, and hair
Hit
niggas be the craziest, these niggas do some shady shit
Niggas'll run up on your car, catch you off guard
Like the Lil Wayne and Baby shit, 40, I'm
all gonna be gone
My baby need clothes, my wife needs a car
It's a wonder y'all ha, I got this far! Hey!
Landlord knocking, and he wants some rent
up wrong, then it's time to crash out
Told lil buddy "Don't stop the car", I'm trying to fucking hop out
Catch a opp lacking down bad, I'm trying
four Velours, withdrawals by Michael Kors
And I watch a pretty penny I'm talkin hundred or more
My critique for 'leet, not for the cheap
And my money
shit - [repeat 2X]
We wild out in the club
Same click we don't give a fuck - [repeat 2X]
[Verse 5: Lil' Wayne]
Lil' Weezy, fuckin' Baby, 5'4" fo'
no tickin'
A ho won't go, oh my God, I just seen a UFO (ha)
Five hundred thousand for the car, fifty thou' for the coat
Hangin' with some Blood,
clients girl
Now listen up close, I won't say it again
Skip a dog y'all cat is a man's best friend
Lil' Jon and Luda on the first class flight
From ATL
clients girl
Now listen up close, I won't say it again
Skip a dog y'all cat is a man's best friend
Lil' Jon and Luda on the first class flight
From ATL
If you got money (ballin', ballin’, ballin')
If you got cars (ballin', ballin’, ballin')
If you got women (ballin', ballin', ballin')
You a star
packed, the list is by the phone,
Me and Snake will watch your place and treat it like our own
Look at all this liquor
Look at all this food
It's
just gone say sum
I'm in my bag tryna run it up
Lil' mamma gotta run it up
Foreign coupe foreign truck or sum
Yea yeah
Money, cars, and clothes give
niggas was payin' homage
Playin' both sides, convicted you with verdict
Pay a lil' rider, come hit you up for the murder
Chains all hollow, I peeped
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