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Hoodrich Pablo Juan - Money On Fleek lyrics

[Chorus]
I like my b**hes thick
I like my money on fleek
Pop a Xan, don't go to sleep
Get on that molly, that X, get geeked
All of my b**hes are freaks
All of my diamonds, they water like seas
Everyday, I put designer on my feet
Smoke out the pound of the cookies and leaves
I like my money real crispy
Pour a four in Hitech and I mixed it
Keep the cash in the back with me like I missed it
The lean, the Percs, the Xans, prescriptions
You say you a m**m, then why you wear Christians?
I put the Dior on like the old-school Pistons
Rocking Louis and Gucci, mix it
Make a movie with a video vixen

[Verse 1]
Yeah, dressing like I just got styled by Ian
Hoes chasing me like I got warrants, I'm fleeing
Chasing with Cartiers, switched out the lens
Your b**h, she a freak, she got f**ed in the Benz
Copped a Christian Louboutin for every cent
Popped me a Xan, geeked up again
Everywhere I go, I got racks like a ten
I got water dripping on me
Just got out the shower
I'm on them Percs for that b**h for an hour
Ghost, not Jamie in Power
Call me 'Blo, I'm the one that gave her the powder
I put the dick in her [?]
Switching up the foreign, these ain't no rentals
I got hard work, make it look so simple
f** that, I totally left here with incidentals
I like exotic women, cars, and weed
Make your baby momma breastfeed
Getting money, that's my destiny
I get geeked up on that ecstasy
Trap going hard for my dope cooking recipe
Smoke out a pound of the cookies and grabba leaves
You a p**y, you can't stand next to me
I got stripes, make a call like the referee
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[Chorus]
I like my b**hes thick
I like my money on fleek
Pop a Xan, don't go to sleep
Get on that molly, that X, get geeked
All of my b**hes are freaks
All of my diamonds, they water like seas
Everyday, I put designer on my feet
Smoke out the pound of the cookies and leaves
I like my money real crispy
Pour a four in Hitech and I mixed it
Keep the cash in the back with me like I missed it
The lean, the Percs, the Xans, prescriptions
You say you a m**m, then why you wear Christians?
I put the Dior on like the old-school Pistons
Rocking Louis and Gucci, mix it
Make a movie with a video vixen

[Verse 2]
We shooting at n***as, we ain't doing no dissing
f**ing b**hes, we ain't doing no kissing
Everything that I wear is expensive
I don't wanna f**, I just want your dentures
Ice on my neck, got it cold like the winter
Frostbite pinky ring, thats like December
Lions all over my Gucci like Simba
f** on your b**h, treat her just like a rental
You can [?] how I wake up and dress
Pour us a four of that Hitech
I can put ice in my cup from my neck
I came in the foreign, gon' make her wet
Left the j**eler with a pool party
Selling white girl for the youngin', iCarly
VS1 diamonds, they clear like Bacardi
Fly n***a, I be walking hardly
Hoodrich, I been that since [?]
Strapped like the military, I'm the Sargeant
He a plate, he don't know he a target
Diamonds hitting like [?]
She gon' ride it like it's a Ferrarri
My n***as one hundred, we ain't never sorry
f** if you like me, I'ma get it regardless
I go to Cali and smoke out the forest

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