"Pouring Wok" lyrics
If that shit—
Fuck shit
(Iced Up Records) (Coupe)
I like pouring Wock', and I like fucking hoes that like to fuck a lot
Flood the top with chunky rocks, them moissanites is custom watch
Fuck who hot, I'm up a lot, I don't give a fuck 'bout what you got
Couple chops, it's double shots, and Aokiki dump the Glock
Beat the wrenches out the shit, just take some notes, lil' nigga, watch
Fuckin' with the other side, already know them niggas opps
26 on Rodeo, purrple [?], I'm getting top
Can't be cuffing on no thot, for that lil' ho, she fucked the block
Out the pot, piece the yayo up like wicks and let it lock
Remod the drop, pussy niggas' face look shitty when I stop
Up twenty million, I can't come down Richard Mille Vasharat
Two hundred people smell like syrup, 30 Glocks and Baccarat
Sent the bank teller a letter, I said I'll never stop
Apply that pressure, bust with steppers, I might buy the devil out
Since they rapping like me now, fuck it, I'ma sell the clout
This ho say she celibate, don't want that pussy, I love that mouth
Yeah, talking right now
Hm, bitch, talking right now
Yeah, right now
Ooh, I want the money, nigga, right now
Ever seen a million cash standing? Do the math, that's fifty-eight
Maybach sixty-twos splitzing on the scale, it's sixty-eight
Dirty racks, fixed the truck, the laundry room, the rest in paint
Money long, it take from now to June to count, can't get a break
Bag heavy, still be rapping ass to ticket, different race
Forgis black, but the inside of my Wraith a different race
In the kitchen 'bout to bake, this ain't no grits, we mixing cake
Got a check, and went and cashed it at my safe, this bitch a bank
Niggas hoes, you think they stepping, but the pussy niggas ain't
All this ice around my neck, she see it's shining, bitch'll faint
Half a ticket, holy water 'round my wrist, ho, say your grace
From the trenches, ask about me on the 6, I'm big as Drake
Bitch, and Gucci
Hundred in that clip, just load it up, let's make a movie
Got a ghetto bitch, a city girl, I feel like Uzi
Sent her on the road, and stuffing bluies in her coochie
Yeah, talking right now
Hm, bitch, talking right now
Yeah, right now
Ooh, I want the money, nigga, right now
(Right now)
Ooh, I want the money, nigga (Right now)
(Right now)
(I want the money, nigga, right now)
Fuck shit
(Iced Up Records) (Coupe)
I like pouring Wock', and I like fucking hoes that like to fuck a lot
Flood the top with chunky rocks, them moissanites is custom watch
Fuck who hot, I'm up a lot, I don't give a fuck 'bout what you got
Couple chops, it's double shots, and Aokiki dump the Glock
Beat the wrenches out the shit, just take some notes, lil' nigga, watch
Fuckin' with the other side, already know them niggas opps
26 on Rodeo, purrple [?], I'm getting top
Can't be cuffing on no thot, for that lil' ho, she fucked the block
Out the pot, piece the yayo up like wicks and let it lock
Remod the drop, pussy niggas' face look shitty when I stop
Up twenty million, I can't come down Richard Mille Vasharat
Two hundred people smell like syrup, 30 Glocks and Baccarat
Sent the bank teller a letter, I said I'll never stop
Apply that pressure, bust with steppers, I might buy the devil out
Since they rapping like me now, fuck it, I'ma sell the clout
This ho say she celibate, don't want that pussy, I love that mouth
Yeah, talking right now
Hm, bitch, talking right now
Yeah, right now
Ooh, I want the money, nigga, right now
Ever seen a million cash standing? Do the math, that's fifty-eight
Maybach sixty-twos splitzing on the scale, it's sixty-eight
Dirty racks, fixed the truck, the laundry room, the rest in paint
Money long, it take from now to June to count, can't get a break
Bag heavy, still be rapping ass to ticket, different race
Forgis black, but the inside of my Wraith a different race
In the kitchen 'bout to bake, this ain't no grits, we mixing cake
Got a check, and went and cashed it at my safe, this bitch a bank
Niggas hoes, you think they stepping, but the pussy niggas ain't
All this ice around my neck, she see it's shining, bitch'll faint
Half a ticket, holy water 'round my wrist, ho, say your grace
From the trenches, ask about me on the 6, I'm big as Drake
Bitch, and Gucci
Hundred in that clip, just load it up, let's make a movie
Got a ghetto bitch, a city girl, I feel like Uzi
Sent her on the road, and stuffing bluies in her coochie
Yeah, talking right now
Hm, bitch, talking right now
Yeah, right now
Ooh, I want the money, nigga, right now
(Right now)
Ooh, I want the money, nigga (Right now)
(Right now)
(I want the money, nigga, right now)
