"Penny Pound" lyrics
Lay Bankz & Sturdyyoungin Lyrics
(feat. Lay Bankz)
[Sturdyyoungin:]
There you go
[Lay Bankz:]
Got my head on the swivel, fucked up literally
I've been taking shots for you
White girl wasted off the dark liquor
Lookin' at his automon, I don't mean got time for
Rose got spray and then my diamond is blue
It's lame and they're changing it ain't all about you
Running up this expert is ain't for my options
Checking out this Rolex, I could tell you watchin'
In the mirror in my city, yeah, I don't lie
Flexin' on your hood bitch, I'm bending on your black, huh
I'm not even twenty-four, I feel like Kobe with the right
I ain't even twenty one, but bitch, I do this shit a lot
So I don't (Uh), can't do (Mm)
They know, mm, I got five percent on my windows (Hm)
Stayin' neat, stays broke (Mm)
Different feeling when you want a top floor
Back seat (Huh) to the show (Mm)
I ain't driving, I got range on his road to shit
I think I'm really rich wasn't shit like this
Used to penny count, penny count
Then it makes like this, can't fly like this
Wasn't used to this, I don't remember, yeah, he let me down
[Sturdyyoungin:]
There are days I'm coppin' shit I couldn't have done in past year
Cannot know this money got me feelin' like a cashier
Pulling presidential of that swatter, we don't sit in black yet
Stop once baby got it
Show you how to drag it
Show you how to get it
Show you how to live when it comes down to the hustle I'm committing it
Me that I struggle with to vibe with the letting me on
Checking out for a lot of shit that I don't know what's up
I ain't no competition, I ain't fuck with these niggas
I make swipes, swipes, swipes, but I ain't turn over
Bitch, and I'm bad in my way, I don't fuck a lot of them
He doubts up with the store. I don't make it out of the kitchen
We've been through a lot and there are days he's saying sorry
I've been through the storm and now these niggas ain't he called
Yeah, keep a pile of days he pulled and I've been ready for work
Then I never think I made it out until they saw me
[Lay Bankz:]
So I don't (Uh), can't do (Mm)
They know, mm, I got five percent on my windows (Hm)
Stayin' neat, stays broke (Mm)
Different feeling when you want a top floor
Back seat (Huh) to the show (Mm)
I ain't driving, I got range on his road to shit
I think I'm really rich wasn't shit like this
Used to penny count, penny count
Then it makes like this, can't fly like this
Wasn't used to this, I don't remember, yeah, he let me down
I'm in a lead now, pop in my sheet now
When I don't eat sad bitch, we did any out of 48 hours
We getting geeked out, party with the white folks
We about to tweak out
There you go
[Lay Bankz:]
Got my head on the swivel, fucked up literally
I've been taking shots for you
White girl wasted off the dark liquor
Lookin' at his automon, I don't mean got time for
Rose got spray and then my diamond is blue
It's lame and they're changing it ain't all about you
Running up this expert is ain't for my options
Checking out this Rolex, I could tell you watchin'
In the mirror in my city, yeah, I don't lie
Flexin' on your hood bitch, I'm bending on your black, huh
I'm not even twenty-four, I feel like Kobe with the right
I ain't even twenty one, but bitch, I do this shit a lot
So I don't (Uh), can't do (Mm)
They know, mm, I got five percent on my windows (Hm)
Stayin' neat, stays broke (Mm)
Different feeling when you want a top floor
Back seat (Huh) to the show (Mm)
I ain't driving, I got range on his road to shit
I think I'm really rich wasn't shit like this
Used to penny count, penny count
Then it makes like this, can't fly like this
Wasn't used to this, I don't remember, yeah, he let me down
[Sturdyyoungin:]
There are days I'm coppin' shit I couldn't have done in past year
Cannot know this money got me feelin' like a cashier
Pulling presidential of that swatter, we don't sit in black yet
Stop once baby got it
Show you how to drag it
Show you how to get it
Show you how to live when it comes down to the hustle I'm committing it
Me that I struggle with to vibe with the letting me on
Checking out for a lot of shit that I don't know what's up
I ain't no competition, I ain't fuck with these niggas
I make swipes, swipes, swipes, but I ain't turn over
Bitch, and I'm bad in my way, I don't fuck a lot of them
He doubts up with the store. I don't make it out of the kitchen
We've been through a lot and there are days he's saying sorry
I've been through the storm and now these niggas ain't he called
Yeah, keep a pile of days he pulled and I've been ready for work
Then I never think I made it out until they saw me
[Lay Bankz:]
So I don't (Uh), can't do (Mm)
They know, mm, I got five percent on my windows (Hm)
Stayin' neat, stays broke (Mm)
Different feeling when you want a top floor
Back seat (Huh) to the show (Mm)
I ain't driving, I got range on his road to shit
I think I'm really rich wasn't shit like this
Used to penny count, penny count
Then it makes like this, can't fly like this
Wasn't used to this, I don't remember, yeah, he let me down
I'm in a lead now, pop in my sheet now
When I don't eat sad bitch, we did any out of 48 hours
We getting geeked out, party with the white folks
We about to tweak out
