"HOUSTON FLOW" lyrics
I get dough, ho
If it's about money, I'm on my way pronto
Yeah, they call me "Big Glock", everything I do is jumbo
I just bought two Rolls-Royce, I'm finna buy one more
Cutthroat La Familia, baby, it's the head honcho
(Glizock)
Opp pack, gun smoke
Countin' got my arm sore
Damn, I think my thumb broke
I been countin' too much
Can't count me out, I'm countin' up, yeah
The fuck, nigga?
Sticked up like I'm campin'
Balenciaga bandit
I got Hermès habits
I make that coochie panic
Got her soakin' through her panties
I'm in her dreams like Freddy
Yeah, my city San Andreas
We steppin' like we pledgin'
Cutthroat fraternity
(Cutthroat)
Mr. Glock, they honor me
You know it's only one of me
Put that shit on, it's fun to me
You know I'm him, just come and see
This shit on the floor, bro
This shit ain't a joke, no
This shit on the floor
(The fuck?)
I get dough, ho
If it's about money, I'm on my way pronto
Yeah, they call me "Big Glock", everything I do is jumbo
I just bought two Rolls-Royce, I'm finna buy one more
Cutthroat La Familia, baby, it's the head honcho
(Glizock)
Opp pack, gun smoke
Countin' got my arm sore
Damn, I think my thumb broke
I been countin' too much
Can't count me out, I'm countin' up, yeah
The fuck, nigga?
Rolls-Royce monster truck
Ecstasy, it turn me up
(X)
I'm the one, no runner-up
Hope you don't plan on runnin' up
Iced-out, fresh as fuck, yeah, every time
She ain't mines, but she mines
Bitch so bad, should be a crime
She a ten, dime
Love the way she ride
Heaven-sent, on demon time
She want me to leave it up inside
Tryna trap me with a child
I got girls goin' wild
I got shooters on go
Made eight figures, want some more
Let's go, let's go
I get dough, ho
If it's about money, I'm on my way pronto
Yeah, they call me "Big Glock", everything I do is jumbo
I just bought two Rolls-Royce, I'm finna buy one more
Cutthroat La Familia, baby, it's the head honcho
(Glizock)
Opp pack, gun smoke
Countin' got my arm sore
Damn, I think my thumb broke
I been countin' too much
Can't count me out, I'm countin' up, yeah
The fuck, nigga?
Get the bag, King Wonka
If it's about money, I'm on my way pronto
Yeah, they call me "Big Glock", everything I do is jumbo
I just bought two Rolls-Royce, I'm finna buy one more
Cutthroat La Familia, baby, it's the head honcho
(Glizock)
Opp pack, gun smoke
Countin' got my arm sore
Damn, I think my thumb broke
I been countin' too much
Can't count me out, I'm countin' up, yeah
The fuck, nigga?
Sticked up like I'm campin'
Balenciaga bandit
I got Hermès habits
I make that coochie panic
Got her soakin' through her panties
I'm in her dreams like Freddy
Yeah, my city San Andreas
We steppin' like we pledgin'
Cutthroat fraternity
(Cutthroat)
Mr. Glock, they honor me
You know it's only one of me
Put that shit on, it's fun to me
You know I'm him, just come and see
This shit on the floor, bro
This shit ain't a joke, no
This shit on the floor
(The fuck?)
I get dough, ho
If it's about money, I'm on my way pronto
Yeah, they call me "Big Glock", everything I do is jumbo
I just bought two Rolls-Royce, I'm finna buy one more
Cutthroat La Familia, baby, it's the head honcho
(Glizock)
Opp pack, gun smoke
Countin' got my arm sore
Damn, I think my thumb broke
I been countin' too much
Can't count me out, I'm countin' up, yeah
The fuck, nigga?
Rolls-Royce monster truck
Ecstasy, it turn me up
(X)
I'm the one, no runner-up
Hope you don't plan on runnin' up
Iced-out, fresh as fuck, yeah, every time
She ain't mines, but she mines
Bitch so bad, should be a crime
She a ten, dime
Love the way she ride
Heaven-sent, on demon time
She want me to leave it up inside
Tryna trap me with a child
I got girls goin' wild
I got shooters on go
Made eight figures, want some more
Let's go, let's go
I get dough, ho
If it's about money, I'm on my way pronto
Yeah, they call me "Big Glock", everything I do is jumbo
I just bought two Rolls-Royce, I'm finna buy one more
Cutthroat La Familia, baby, it's the head honcho
(Glizock)
Opp pack, gun smoke
Countin' got my arm sore
Damn, I think my thumb broke
I been countin' too much
Can't count me out, I'm countin' up, yeah
The fuck, nigga?
Get the bag, King Wonka
