"50 x 2" lyrics

(Yeah, eat it up, Champ, eat it up)
Pablo, yeah, yeah

Fifty times two, that's a hundred
Bustin' down traps, I done done it
Dior my runners, no running
Unless I'm chasing that money
Designer drugs, this shit in me and on me
Thick bitch, I can see that she want me
Racks on racks, go get that money
Catchin' the pack like I'm Hoodrich Owens
Had to cut 'em off, they act like an arm
Bales in, I ring the alarm
Grass and chickens like we got a farm
Catch him stealing, gotta cut off his arm

Keep the prawns, gotta stack up the coins
Get on my nerves, she really annoying
She tried to curve me, I hit a home run
No flipping burgers, we prayed to get on
I know these niggas, they hate that I'm on
Got it on my own, I can't get a loan
Flawless stones, it's an ice cream cone
Can't fuck in the car, so she gave me some dome
Chrome Heart, rocking white gold
Cuban with water like I'm on a boat
Ass fat, working that pole
Shorty a freak and don't ask how I know
He got dope white, all white load
Young nigga solid, he stick to the code
He gon' put money first, fuck 'bout no ho
Dracos, extendos, you know we got those

Fifty times two, that's a hundred
Bustin' down traps, I done done it
Dior my runners, no running
Unless I'm chasing that money
Designer drugs, this shit in me and on me
Thick bitch, I can see that she want me
Racks on racks, go get that money
Catchin' the pack like I'm Hoodrich Owens
Had to cut 'em off, they act like an arm
Bales in, I ring the alarm
Grass and chickens like we got a farm
Catch him stealing, gotta cut off his arm