"Pussy Money Weed" lyrics
I want that pussy
That money
That weed
That sprite
It's dirty
That lean
Your bitch
She on me
My team
On the road to riches, tryna live out my dreams
I want that pussy
That money
That weed
That sprite
It's dirty
That lean
Your bitch
She on me
My team
On the road to riches, tryna live out my dreams
I want that pussy
That strong
That guala
Sitting in the coupe, talking numbers with my partner
Tryna make it out the hood, I ain't coming back
Unless I [?] bring a hundred back
I'm tryna grind through the winter til the summer back
Yeah
500 dollar hats
Snake strap
You can tell I wear it to the back
The Eastside love me, I put us on the map
Stomach full of steak and lobster, sprite full of Ac
All my niggas got heat, man, I feel like Pack
I mean [?] 40 on me, Hermans holster
Black coupe like Batman, man, you niggas Jokers
I'm looking at an 80 inch, blowing on them chokers
Like Icewood with Icewear, we took the city over
You make us mad, ain't no beef, they can send me over
Take that bitch you love home quick, and bend her over
I call my nigga Lil P to bring that cemmi over
We go dumb in the club, fuck you niggas over
My homeboy the weather man, young Al Roker
Make it rain on that girl, left that bitch soaking
Sitting on forgis posted, 30 on me poking
Niggas hoping that I fall, they wanna see me broken
Them niggas with you, they be haters, you don't even notice
Backstab you over paper, fuck being loyal
I want that pussy
That money
That weed
That sprite
It's dirty
That lean
Your bitch
She on me
My team
On the road to riches, tryna live out my dreams
I want that pussy
That money
That weed
That sprite
It's dirty
That lean
Your bitch
She on me
My team
On the road to riches, tryna live out my dreams
I want them bricks
Them bails
A plug
You on Instagram purping, I was sipping lean with thugs
Just soaking up the game, niggas fucking up the game
I ain't fucking with that bitch, unless she giving up some brain
That's just how that shit go, wake up getting dough
Cookies got my eyes low, that's just how that shit blow
Niggas turn to jackboys, when they bands get low
Start to panic when that bag ain't in they hands no more
I done seen it happen, friends disappear like magic
Reappear like a rabbit, when they see that money stacking
I can't trust a fucking soul, not even family
Looking at me sideways, because they heard a nigga rapping
Guess I'm supposed to go to work, 9 to 5, go to church
God took my son fro me, they don't know that shit hurt
So I sip purp, 'cause when I go to sleep, it don't work
Thinking how to get a mill, before they put me in the dirt
The fuck
That money
That weed
That sprite
It's dirty
That lean
Your bitch
She on me
My team
On the road to riches, tryna live out my dreams
I want that pussy
That money
That weed
That sprite
It's dirty
That lean
Your bitch
She on me
My team
On the road to riches, tryna live out my dreams
I want that pussy
That strong
That guala
Sitting in the coupe, talking numbers with my partner
Tryna make it out the hood, I ain't coming back
Unless I [?] bring a hundred back
I'm tryna grind through the winter til the summer back
Yeah
500 dollar hats
Snake strap
You can tell I wear it to the back
The Eastside love me, I put us on the map
Stomach full of steak and lobster, sprite full of Ac
All my niggas got heat, man, I feel like Pack
I mean [?] 40 on me, Hermans holster
Black coupe like Batman, man, you niggas Jokers
I'm looking at an 80 inch, blowing on them chokers
Like Icewood with Icewear, we took the city over
You make us mad, ain't no beef, they can send me over
Take that bitch you love home quick, and bend her over
I call my nigga Lil P to bring that cemmi over
We go dumb in the club, fuck you niggas over
My homeboy the weather man, young Al Roker
Make it rain on that girl, left that bitch soaking
Sitting on forgis posted, 30 on me poking
Niggas hoping that I fall, they wanna see me broken
Them niggas with you, they be haters, you don't even notice
Backstab you over paper, fuck being loyal
I want that pussy
That money
That weed
That sprite
It's dirty
That lean
Your bitch
She on me
My team
On the road to riches, tryna live out my dreams
I want that pussy
That money
That weed
That sprite
It's dirty
That lean
Your bitch
She on me
My team
On the road to riches, tryna live out my dreams
I want them bricks
Them bails
A plug
You on Instagram purping, I was sipping lean with thugs
Just soaking up the game, niggas fucking up the game
I ain't fucking with that bitch, unless she giving up some brain
That's just how that shit go, wake up getting dough
Cookies got my eyes low, that's just how that shit blow
Niggas turn to jackboys, when they bands get low
Start to panic when that bag ain't in they hands no more
I done seen it happen, friends disappear like magic
Reappear like a rabbit, when they see that money stacking
I can't trust a fucking soul, not even family
Looking at me sideways, because they heard a nigga rapping
Guess I'm supposed to go to work, 9 to 5, go to church
God took my son fro me, they don't know that shit hurt
So I sip purp, 'cause when I go to sleep, it don't work
Thinking how to get a mill, before they put me in the dirt
The fuck
